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she. – thoughts of a teenage girl
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Thoughts of a teenage girl. Just the thoughts and expierences of a teenage girl. And in that moment she knew,. She knew it was all too much to handle, too much for her heart to bare. She couldn’t keep it all in anymore and for the first time in a long time she cried, she cried and couldn’t stop even though friends were right next to her. Leaving them worried as she ran away. She tried hiding it from her friends for as long as she could but she couldn’t do it anymore. Replaced by a strong but cold woman.
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The Love story between the Ocean and the Sand | scatteredimpressions
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Pretty Things and Clever Words are Never Enough. The Love story between the Ocean and the Sand. August 12, 2015. August 12, 2015. Http:/ www.google.com. Http:/ www.tumblr.com. Http:/ www.facebook.com. This entry was posted in love quote. Time for a Pause! 2 thoughts on “ The Love story between the Ocean and the Sand. August 12, 2015 at 3:23 pm. That’s really beautiful🙂 Put a smile on my face🙂 Greetings, Sam. August 14, 2015 at 5:42 am. Writte down Your Impressions here. Cancel reply. Time for a Pause!
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Risk Looking Like A Fool – still goodness
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What the world still has to give. Risk Looking Like A Fool. 8220;It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for- and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing. It doesn’t interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool- for love- for your dreams- for the adventure of being alive.”. Photo cred: https:/ byrnetheblog.wordpress.com/2012/08/16/musicks/camera-cute-music-photography-vintage-favim-com-447836/. August 12, 2015.
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A Haiku for the Restless | innerpane
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A Haiku for the Restless. Asymp; Leave a comment. Haiku of the day. Poem of the day. Some nights, I lay down. Knowing damn well I’ll be up. When the sun rises. Larr; Previous post. Next post →. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email. To Love, To Loathe.
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To Love, To Loathe | innerpane
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To Love, To Loathe. Asymp; Leave a comment. Poem of the day. I’m not sure what to do with you. All I can do is cross my arms and pace. Because my heart hurts for you,. Yet I cringe when I see your face. There are so many demons inside me. I’ve had to wash away so much sin. But I can’t get rid of the pain you’ve caused. That is buried too deep within. Larr; Previous post. Next post →. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:.
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Untitled #6 | innerpane
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Asymp; Leave a comment. Once upon a time I was afraid of a man. And even called himself the devil. I was tormented by him for years. He’d walk into the room and the lights would dim. The air would get thin. We were at his mercy. Years later we were able to escape. But he never left my mind. I hoped that the man would find grace. The demons would crawl back from which they came. And maybe I could see light in his soul again. Larr; Previous post. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here.
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innerpane | innerpane
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Asymp; Leave a comment. Once upon a time I was afraid of a man. And even called himself the devil. I was tormented by him for years. He’d walk into the room and the lights would dim. The air would get thin. We were at his mercy. Years later we were able to escape. But he never left my mind. I hoped that the man would find grace. The demons would crawl back from which they came. And maybe I could see light in his soul again. To Love, To Loathe. Asymp; Leave a comment. Poem of the day. Haiku of the day.
