thoughts..

Holding my breath for the end of this storm, oh God, please carry me through.
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Sometimes the hardest thing and the right thing are the same...
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I give you my destiny,
I'm giving you all of me
I want your symphony,
Singing in all that I am,
At the top of my lungs,
I'm giving it back...
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Back to black and white reality, you still have to watch what you say...
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Be careful what you wish for,
'Cause you just might get it all.
You just might get it all, yeah.
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Would you be my life-line, please, its all I've got left...



I like italics. ( and friends who take the time to talk. :) )

Totally pumped!

Oh my goodness.
I CANNOT wait.

July 7th-13th
Thats in....16 days!

In other interesting news...Rachie is working extremely hard, and following suit (with Keith) will not be on msn or other internet applications such as facebook, myspace, or facebox (Rachie's Twist...) very frequently. I will be checking email and prehaps blogging. Otherwise you can call me.

Now considering in my hand, at this moment, I am holding a time bomb then I shall be off.

**Once my rush of things to do is essentially over I will be blogging...more often...or more useful subjects.**

3x

We pulled it off.
And, I had an amazing night.

Man, I love you guys! Teaching me like random skills like handlebar riding. Practically reading the "Motherly Instinct: People With Eyes Closed Crossing Monkey-bars. (The Manual)". Pretty much the entire evening was like so much fun for me. lol.

I don't really know what else to say, cause really it was totally worth it.
Three cheers for my, now, 16 year old sister!
Woot! Woot! Woot!

You see, when One only has one sibling and all the One's friends have multiple, that One's one sibling must be 3 siblings packed into one unit, and therefore is the score of 3 times the fun, 3 times the laughs, 3 times the love, etc.

On that note I shall be off.

A very tired Rachie.
(Who is almost sick of cake! :O)

one lonely set of foot prints

time is sifting off her hands

like beach sand through her fingers

foot steps imprinted, mark her road

while she walks a path where no memories linger

the terrain is bare and bleak

and she doesn't know where she is

yet she knows what she goes to seek

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tears trickle down a weather worn face

as she trudges through

running yet another painful race

not living, just barely existing

all she knows is shes going on

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She thinks what shes doing

will take her far away

from everything she used to love

unyet she'll never go far enough

to blot out the memories

and the pain they cause

of a family she decided to leave

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She still blundering on

with a spark of hope in her heart

but the truth is she lost her real map long ago

one lonely set of foot prints

leading a trail through untread territory

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You see people everyday. But you don't know what they're like. Sometimes I wish I could become that person for a day. Or become one of their family, or closest friends just to see who they really are. Some of them are so much themselves you don't even wonder about them until you talk to them for a while and learn about them, their lifestlyes and their favourite things to do.

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Some of them their history is all that makes everything different. Some of them wish they'd never done things like that. Some haven't seen they're wrong yet. Some of them know but don't want to acknowledge it. Some of them don't want to admit it.

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Some are so stubborn it just makes me want to throttle them. I guess then I'd be throttling myself though.