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[01 Apr 2008|07:42pm] |
"Well I held you with our undry eyes Happy years pass by It's ok to cry
After all, in the end, just pretend.
Well it's sticks and stones and broken homes That taught us how to smile
After all, in the end, just pretend."
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[04 Sep 2007|09:54pm] |
"After a while you learn The subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul and you learn that love doesn't mean leaning and company doesn't always mean security. And you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts and presents aren't promises and you begin to accept your defeats with your head up and your eyes ahead With the grace of a woman not the grief of a child. And you learn to build all your roads on today because tomorrow's ground is too uncertain for plans and futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight. After a while you learn that even sunshine burns if you get too much so you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers. And you learn that you really can endure That your really are strong And you really do have worth And you learn and you learn With every goodbye you learn."
Veronica A. Shoffstall
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[28 Jul 2007|05:57pm] |
the emerald youth swim program was on the front page of the knox news paper today!
http://knoxnews.com/news/2007/jul/28/idea-creates-big-splash/
thanks to a lot of hard work from JAWS, where my mum works, all the proceeds from the junior olympics swimming competition are going toward their team. thanks in advance to those of you volunteering this week. my whole family is insanely excited to see the community really taking an interest in what these kids are doing, and i hope it will generate a new set of people willing to help these kids. without your help, they would never have the opportunity to enjoy the sport, so thanks!
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[02 May 2007|11:19am] |
i'm all about some zombie movies lately- input please!
what are your favourite zombie flicks?
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"You say life is a dream where we can't say what we mean Maybe just some roadside scene that we're driving past There's no telling where we'll be in a day or in a week And there's no promises of peace or of happiness
Well is this why you cling to every little thing And polverize and derrange all your senses Maybe life is a song but you're scared to song along Until the very ending
Oh, it's time to let go of everything we used to know Ideas that strengthen who we've been It's time to cut ties that won't ever free our minds From the chains and shackles that they're in
Oh, tell me what good is saying that you're free In a dark and storming sea You're chained to your history, you're surely sinking fast...
And won't you tell me why you live like you're afraid to die You'll die like you're afraid to go
Well life is a dream 'cause we're all walking in our sleep You could see us stand in lines like we're dead upon our feet And we build our house of cards and then we wait for it to fall Always forget how strange it is just to be alive at all"
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nothing is worth this stress anymore. that is all.
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