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Enternal thoughts that continue to burn: My Distance to you
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Enternal thoughts that continue to burn. At the end of the storm, I still be there standing . . . Wednesday, April 12, 2006. My Distance to you. My thoughts are with you tonight. Although, we are miles apart. The distance only embeds my love. For you deep within my lonely heart. To understand this feeling,that I cannot ask you to do. However, please have compassion for me. And this love I have for you. My sadness is for not being. Near enough to prove this is real. Yet a feeling of happiness.
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Enternal thoughts that continue to burn: 12 hours from now
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Enternal thoughts that continue to burn. At the end of the storm, I still be there standing . . . Thursday, April 20, 2006. 12 hours from now. Posted by S.Cabildo @ 10:05 AM. I like how you attach pictures with your work. It makes it stand out more. Also, i really liked this poem. Enternal thoughts that continue to burn. At the end of the storm, I still be there standing . . . Long Island, New York, United States. View my complete profile. Creative Writing For teens. My Distance to you. Whats left of me.
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Enternal thoughts that continue to burn: I'll be there
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Enternal thoughts that continue to burn. At the end of the storm, I still be there standing . . . Wednesday, April 12, 2006. Posted by S.Cabildo @ 5:00 PM. Enternal thoughts that continue to burn. At the end of the storm, I still be there standing . . . Long Island, New York, United States. View my complete profile. Creative Writing For teens. The right thing to do. Whats left of me. Life Is A Prison. Were all actors and we dont even know it. In a s.
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Sarah's Blog: April 2006
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Tuesday, April 25, 2006. The pistons burned with a God's anger. In unison they fired one by one. Yelling at the world around them. Tearing away to move the earth below. My soul controlled the madness that. Screamed down the road. Speed became my life and to live. The soul of my foot molded. To the pedal and I took the. Red devil for a ride. It was a day to quench my. Posted by Sarah @ 3:21 PM. Locked in a room with a key I made. For the one I lost, I've had to trade. Way deep inside my heart and soul.
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Sarah's Blog: May 2006
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Thursday, May 04, 2006. Locked away in these walls full of hate. Crying absurdly while the nurses pass by. Wondering what just happened. Leaving the mystery up to the doctors. Closing my eyes brings me to a better place. Trusting the people i love to hate. Hating the gut wrenching feeling inside my body. Something is wrong with me. Needing the beeping to stop. And the sound of the new shift of nurses to go away. Crying only on the inside. While the pain is flowing on the outside. Posted by Sarah @ 8:29 PM.
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Sarah's Blog: March 2006
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Thursday, March 30, 2006. Attention Deficit Dis-where the hell did I put my shoes? Alone I died in the old bench beside the walk. Line with people who never looked twice. It was hard and cold that night and it suited me perfectly. My dismal surroundings warmed and charmed me. Comfortably numb, I placed my callused hands. Into the plush jacket that had been torn over time. I had been torn over time. She left, I lost, How the shit did this happen,. She's gone, Why? NO not why,. A perfect name to assume.
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Enternal thoughts that continue to burn: Life Is A Prison
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Enternal thoughts that continue to burn. At the end of the storm, I still be there standing . . . Tuesday, March 28, 2006. Life Is A Prison. Or how to defuse it,Without destroying its ride? Posted by S.Cabildo @ 10:56 AM. Interesting peice i like how it flows togeather so well. Enternal thoughts that continue to burn. At the end of the storm, I still be there standing . . . Long Island, New York, United States. View my complete profile. Creative Writing For teens. Another one of my thoughts . . .
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Enternal thoughts that continue to burn: Dance Of Terror
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Enternal thoughts that continue to burn. At the end of the storm, I still be there standing . . . Saturday, April 22, 2006. Window panes come crashing down. Amidst the tears and pain. Vanishing hopes are gone and flew away. Up above through twilight. Shadows cast across the floor. Reflections of the past. Trembling thoughts of one. Dwelling deep within the soul. A mystical sense of reality. Captured by the craze. Of the shock in the wave. Creatures of the dimness. Chattering amongst the green.
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Enternal thoughts that continue to burn: The right thing to do
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Enternal thoughts that continue to burn. At the end of the storm, I still be there standing . . . Friday, March 31, 2006. The right thing to do. I am young and coufused. Not understanding the powers of love. I am alone, without the love of another. Looking for answers, coming back empty Hearted. My heart and dreams,Will always send me in the right direction. And they sent me- first class,. Down the road of love. to you. Posted by S.Cabildo @ 8:13 AM. Enternal thoughts that continue to burn.
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Enternal thoughts that continue to burn: What's left of me
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Enternal thoughts that continue to burn. At the end of the storm, I still be there standing . . . Friday, March 31, 2006. What's left of me. Watching my life pass me by in the rearview mirror. Pictures frozen in time, they're becoming clearer. I don't want to waste another day, stuck in the shadows of my mistakes. Because I want you, I feel you, crawling underneath my skin. Like a hunger, like a burnin, to find a place I've never been. Now I'm broken, and I'm faded, I'm half the women I thought I'd be.
