

On letting goThe agony tears though me, it's arms choking me tight, the room grows cold and empty, I can't live without you in my life.On letting go
We stand around your body, laying on the bed, we all prepare to say goodbye,
In days your life will end.
Sometimes this deathly sorrow, brings us to cry, but the hardest part about it, is the part yo say goodbye.
Your memory lies within me, but only sick memories remain, they cannot be fixed or ultered, and only bring us pain.
I live not for the sake of living, breathing everyday, I thin
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federal expresson wednesdays, anne would wake up at nine o'clock.federal express
she would take a shower at nine-thirty, after she made herself a small cup of coffee with a teaspoon of sugar and a drop of milk.
by ten o'clock, she was dressed. anne would spend the next hour and a half in the kitchen, baking cranberry scones and picking tea leaves from the small pot next to the coffee grinder.
at eleven-thirty, anne would be finished with the scones and fresh tea. she would take to pacing in front of the large picture windows in the front of her house- she knew he would be here in thirty minutes.
anne had nervous tics
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"I have no special talent. I am only passionately curious" - Albert Einstein
"Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind and therefore is winged cupid, painted blind" - William Shakespeare
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Nature is not only all that is visible to the eye.. it also includes the inner pictures of the soul.
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Nature is not only all that is visible to the eye.. it also includes the inner pictures of the soul.
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You can check out my WACOM DREAMS CONTEST ENTRY here:
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with love
Jessie
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The booing there that I owe have this dress, that it became pregnant?
Lawl
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
Len of Vocaloids
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