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Butterflies and Hurricanes: Diamond Flowers Yorke
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Sunday, July 6, 2008. It used to be so natural. To talk about forever. But "used to be's" don't count anymore. They just lay on the floor. Til we sweep them away. And baby, I remember. All the things you taught me. I learned how to laugh. And i learned how to cry. Well i learned how to love. Even learned how to lie. You'd think i could learn. How to tell you goodbye. Cause you don't bring me flowers. I know if destiny's kind, I've got the rest on my mind. It don't beat the way it used to.
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Butterflies and Hurricanes: November 2007
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Friday, November 16, 2007. It may be the wrong path,. But at least i'm moving on. Tuesday, November 6, 2007. The tears dropped like snowflakes fell,. Each one an intricately crafted story of its own,. All tears are beautiful. Saturday, November 3, 2007. To hold your hand. If you slapped my hand away. If you wanted me to take it and I never realised. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Yes But that's all. Ed so much. Content will take . Somewhat. Writing style will. With hope, readers will change.
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Butterflies and Hurricanes
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Saturday, August 9, 2008. So I guess this is where I tell you what I learned - my conclusion, right? Well, my conclusion is: Hate is baggage. Life's too short to be pissed off all the time. It's just not worth it. Derek says it's always good to end a paper with a quote. He says someone else has already said it best. So if you can't top it, steal from them and go out strong. So I picked a guy I thought you'd like. We are not enemies, but friends. We must not be enemies. Danny Vinyard, American History X.
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Butterflies and Hurricanes: June 2008
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Monday, June 16, 2008. Her face shone, eyes glowing lustrously dark, lips warm and sweet. As I turned away for the fear of exposing my emotions, I saw the gleam of a single tear against her courageous face. I've read there is no such thing as a single tear, that old poetic trope. And perhaps there isn't, since hers was simply companion to my own. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Yes But that's all. Ed so much. Content will take . Somewhat. Writing style will. With hope, readers will change.
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Butterflies and Hurricanes: December 2007
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Sunday, December 9, 2007. Die lah. even if i somehow finish one system a day, i still can't finish everything. and i can't even recall what i did yesterday. die lah. Not going out anymore. study study study die. Tuesday, December 4, 2007. Shite how many more times. i'm not doing it anymore. I'll take a walk. it's good for health. okay maybe not in malaysia. but at least im doing my part in giving your children a better planet to live in. Am i already in too deep? Lost sight of them. never had them? How d...
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Butterflies and Hurricanes: April 2008
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Wednesday, April 30, 2008. Bruised, broken, and everything in between. It was more than something i wanted. It was something i needed. Thursday, April 24, 2008. The only thing certain is the shroud of uncertainty hanging over the next 2 months. I'll start now. we'll see how it goes. Life is screwed up. life is amazing. life is full of love. Tuesday, April 22, 2008. I should've told you earlier. When the skies were blue. And the birds were singing our song. I should've said it all. To me, you are perfect.
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Butterflies and Hurricanes
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Monday, June 16, 2008. Her face shone, eyes glowing lustrously dark, lips warm and sweet. As I turned away for the fear of exposing my emotions, I saw the gleam of a single tear against her courageous face. I've read there is no such thing as a single tear, that old poetic trope. And perhaps there isn't, since hers was simply companion to my own. Yes But that's all. Ed so much. Content will take . Somewhat. Writing style will. With hope, readers will change. With certainty, the author's not the same.
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Butterflies and Hurricanes
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Saturday, August 9, 2008. Is not the absence of fear;. It's inspiring others to move beyond it. Yes But that's all. Ed so much. Content will take . Somewhat. Writing style will. With hope, readers will change. With certainty, the author's not the same. Courage,is not the absence of fear;its inspiring . So I guess this is where I tell you what I learned.
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Butterflies and Hurricanes: August 2008
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Sunday, August 24, 2008. Running in the rain. Gulping the refreshing, damp air. Tarmac splashed a shade darker. The bright orange rubber soles of new running shoes. Fallen leaves softly pressed into the road. A squishy symphony of. Saturday, August 9, 2008. Is not the absence of fear;. It's inspiring others to move beyond it. So I guess this is where I tell you what I learned - my conclusion, right? Well, my conclusion is: Hate is baggage. Life's too short to be pissed off all the time. Yes But that's all.
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Butterflies and Hurricanes: July 2008
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Monday, July 7, 2008. He used to look at me.and I used to see myself in his eyes. And it was like he saw me. But then things started to change. The harder I tried to be what he wanted me to be. The less I saw myself in his eyes. And then one day I looked.and I was gone. Sunday, July 6, 2008. It used to be so natural. To talk about forever. But "used to be's" don't count anymore. They just lay on the floor. Til we sweep them away. And baby, I remember. All the things you taught me. I learned how to laugh.
