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American SOOOO I'm kind of white and nerdy. VIVO CHRISTO RE.
8/2/2013 I lay here thinking about this. This moment. Right now. I think about how amazing and beautiful You are. You never leave my side. You make things new for me. Me. Your biggest offender. An unceasing sinner. You take this all away. You open Your arms and pour out Your endless mercy upon me. I try so hard to make myself humble and follow in Your footsteps, but the judgmental heart of this world brings me back to where I once was. I NEED YOU. I don't care what anyone thinks. May I look like a fool to stand with my arms wide and my Whole soul and whole heartedly surrender my very being unto Your will. Your love never fails. It never runs dry. Your love is like a constant stream that always carries me Home. Your word, spoken and etched into the very corners of my heart and soul. Forgive me of my Sin, and let me spread the Joy of our love to everyone. Let Your light shine through me. You have showered my days with blessings. May I forever rejoice in Your name and follow through with Your Holy Will.
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Aug 2, 2013
Aug 2, 2013 at 1:37 AM UTC
My first and only love.
Well here it is. You were mine. You were my biggest secret. I am and still am yours. The truth on my side is out. I deserve better than you. I hate this. Everything that reminds me of you, reminds me of my flaws, my mistakes, and why again I was and never could be yours. Even right now, our song. It came on the radio just now. It interrupted my thoughts. My thoughts were crystal clear. Like space. There were few stars, and each star was someone different. When you invaded my perfect creative river of thought, you clouded my mind with colorful nebulas that reminded me of you. Your star burns the brightest for all the world To see.
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May 8, 2013
May 8, 2013 at 11:37 PM UTC
5-8-13
Sometimes. Only a rare sometimes, will I stay awake. I stay awake and watch my life flow past my eyes. It moves so quickly. I remember I was young. It was hot and the night shift. You were bored. I was bored. You wanted to have fun. So did I. You had a girlfriend. I didn't know. We almost had fun. I remember freshman year. You called me fat. You called me ugly. I grabbed a blade. I couldn't do it. I remember two weeks ago. You invited me to a party. I didn't want to do anything I would regret. I've never been drunk. I have never cut myself. I have never done drugs. I am a virgin. I am a mountain Since high school started, life flashes across my eyes. It caresses my face and tells me I am a warrior. That I am strong. I am proud. I have conquered the negative. I am genuinely happy. God has granted me with such an amazing life. With amazing people. I wish sometimes there was a way that I could thank those of you who have harmed me. You will never know how much I appreciate it because you have change me for the better. Now that I know the purpose of others in my life, I must find out my own. I used to pray that I could be a bird so I could fly far far away. I live with an open heart. Come at me. Life is oh so good so good so so good.
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May 3, 2013
May 3, 2013 at 11:54 PM UTC
5-2-2013
Eye Contact Is A Dangerous Thing . Dangerous , But Lovely . Oh So Lovely .
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Apr 11, 2013
Apr 11, 2013 at 10:22 PM UTC
Eye contact
So summer is coming and I'm getting worried. Worried about each calorie that enters through my body. Worried that I look too fat to be presentable in public. Worried that people will mocking me when I put on a swim suit. I wish I wouldn't eat as much as I do, because today and girl who is 5'9 and weighs 130 pounds is fat. I don't have a disorder. My reflection does. I look in the mirror and see a fat, overweight, lard staring back at me. I think of the perfect body I will never have. This idea of beauty that society has infected my mind with. The media flashes about weight loss and fitness. They say people will love you. You will love you. Well let me tell you something. Even just for the mere second I listened to the false words that spilled into my head and rang through my ears, I was destroyed. There was no hope for me because my weakness took over. Not ever do people hear that they are beautiful for who they are. You don't have to be thin and tall to be beautiful. Skinny is just a word. Not a definition. I'm finally waking up. Realizing. I realize that the only thing to conquer this fear is love. True love, that comes from God. The one person who won't judge you for who you are or how you look. Because in His eyes, you are the most perfect creation He has ever made.
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Apr 11, 2013
Apr 11, 2013 at 7:03 PM UTC
Skinny: a word, not a definition.
It's the morning. There is coffee brewing The sun is shining There are fresh flowers The sky is blue. I am happy It's the morning.
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Apr 11, 2013
Apr 11, 2013 at 8:51 AM UTC
The morning
My emotions, they're taking over me. Capturing my heart. Bottling my voice. They took it. I cannot express to you. I'm sinking in my own imagination, yet somehow I still can't escape. I'm reaching and grasping for you, but you cannot help me, because you're only a fragment of my imagination.
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Apr 10, 2013
Apr 10, 2013 at 5:50 PM UTC
No voice
I lay here tonight typing. I wonder about those who don't have the advantage to type. I pray for those who didn't have a dinner tonight. I mourn for those who part from this world tonight. I sympathize for those who can't hear the voice of God calling Them to something more. The overwhelming sadness that I bear penetrates me straight through my soul. Who am I? Who am I to be living the way I do. To want more than I need? Who do I think I am? I cannot live with my selfishness. I cannot bear to live a life of unnecessary wealth when there are others who glance towards me from across the universe with the smallest Inkling of hope that I might give. I cannot bear to take.
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Apr 9, 2013
Apr 9, 2013 at 10:30 PM UTC
SELFISH
I do not know my history I just create my own. All I know is I am one with the world around me. It's the reeling. I'm in a pit of passion. I am infused with life and the feeling of enlightenment. Beauty is the only way to describe my history. My history is now. In this very moment, I am creating my history.
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Apr 9, 2013
Apr 9, 2013 at 10:04 PM UTC
History.
The way your hair blows softly in the breeze The way your lips curl into the perfect smile The way your sway side to side and rock back and forth on your heels when you're nervous The way you catch my eye and turn away shyly The way your hand fits into mine perfectly The way your voice plays through my mind like a melody The way you comfort me when I need you the most The way you humble yourself. These are the little things I find so irrisistable about you.
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Apr 9, 2013
Apr 9, 2013 at 8:34 PM UTC
The little things.