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Kris_Tini
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Country: United States
State: New Jersey
Birthday: 11/18/1986
Gender: Female
Interests: spending, dancin, philosophizing, singin, eating (starbucks, chocolate covered strawberries, ice cream) ~havin fuN
Expertise: gigglin, procrastinating, thinkin, being confused, being loud, being spoiled ~ bein me!
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AIM:  cttncndy20
Member Since:
7/2/2003
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| I've hardly been outside this room in days,
'cause I don't feel that I deserve the sunshine's rays.
The darkness helps until the whiskey wears away,
And it's then I realize the conscience never fades.
When you're young you have this image of your life:
That you'll be scrupulous and one day even make a wife.
And you make boundaries you'd never dream to cross,
And if you happen to you wake completely lost.
But I will fight for you, be sure that
I will fight until we're the special two once again.
When we could only need each other, we'd breathe together,
Our hands would not be taught to hold another's,
When we were the special two.
And we could only see each other, we'd breathe together,
These arms will not be taught to need another,
'cause we were the special two.
I remember someone old once said to me:
"lies will lock you up with truth the only key."
But I was comfortable and warm inside my shell,
And couldn't see this place would soon become my hell.
So is it better to tell and hurt or lie to save their face?
Well I guess the answer is don't do it in the first place.
I know I'm not deserving of your trust from you right now,
But if by chance you change your mind you know I will not
Let you down 'cause we were the special two, and will be again.
And we will only need each other, we'll breathe together,
Our hands will not be taught to need another's,
When we're the special two.
And we could only see each other we'll breathe together,
These arms will not be taught to need another...
I step outside my mind's eye's for a minute.
And I look over me like a doctor looking for disease,
Or something that could ease the pain.
But nothing cures the hurt you bring onto yourself,
Just remembering, just remembering who we were... | | |
| and now back to quotes (old school style) because I can't seem to express my thoughts with my own words Here's an oldie, but a goodie and one I can't seem to get off my mind.... "love does not begin and end the way we seem to think it does. Love is a battle, love is a war, love is a growing up" | | |
| i would like to say that i am using this time to grow up.
but how do i know if i'm growing. there is no measure when you feel like you're grown, is there? why does it feel ike my mother is more affected by this situation than i am? is that a good thing or a bad thing?
-- if everyone wants the same outcome, why isn't the situation going in that direction? there must be a whole nother side to the story that is unbeknownst to me... can someone please tell me what that is?
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