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can you hear me out there
have you ever had someone who loved you
never leave your side
i know youll be here

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SUMMER..
Saturday, November 21, 2009, 6:19 PM
Summer is calling, real bad.
it's wanting
postcards & polaroids
&
memories of last year,
but I can't let go.
So lets drive until we dont know
what
road signs to follow,
and end up in
Alberta in the winter time,
and find our homes dressed in
snow,
covered in white for the first time.
we could be nothing less than perfect.

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RAINDROPS KEEP FALLING ON MY HEAD.
, 6:16 PM
The rain seems to trigger somethinginside of me;
a memory that I thought I'd lost forever.
A night filled withfreedom, long, long age.
When I danced the night away in the streets and

nobody bothered

telling me to come inside.

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HMM...
Tuesday, September 29, 2009, 8:44 PM
I've been doing a lot of thinking and i think that missing someone isn't necessarily about how long it's been since you've seen them last or the amount of time since you've talked. It's about that very moment when you're doing something, and you wish that they were right there with you. just an opinion.

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iILLUSION.
, 8:36 PM
I thought love was just a mirage of the mind;
it's an illusion, it's fake, impossible to find.
But the day I met you, I began to see,
that love is real, and exists in me.

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FULL OUT.
Sunday, August 30, 2009, 10:58 PM
Be original.
Don't follow trends, set them.
All you have to do is look great,
party hard, dance like no one's watching,
dream a dream, talk about whatever,
be crazy, love always, and laugh forever.

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TOO MUCH.
, 10:42 PM
And as you can probably tell, I'm a really deep person who expresses himself a little too much, has strong opinions that she stands by, & opens up a little too easily, too much, too fast.

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SEE IT WAS ON A RAINY DAY.
Tuesday, August 25, 2009, 11:42 AM
Wearing expensive clothes won't bring you attention. Wearing makeup won't make you prettier. Your hair won't make you cooler. Having lots of friends won't bring you trust, and smoking or drinking won't bring you respect.
It's about who you are, what you do; it's about how you act if you're trustworthy, if you're loyal. Don't worry about what other people think. Don't change for other people. Be yourself.

I know that it's difficult watching someone change right in front of you.

And I know that every one does change. No matter who you are, you'll change even that tad bit. I'm not saying, I haven't changed, because I probably have. But with those who believe that it's normal to change for others, and for other to enjoy your presence, don't even start with me.

Personally,

I think the hardest part is remembering who those people used to be.

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