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Mar 14, 2012
Mar 14, 2012 at 3:10 AM UTC
Private capital may enter China's banking industry
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Hip hop. Equals art stop. That crude **** stopped musical fusion Right in its tracks. When it first landed, it was still music with a lotta spittle flying. Not naming names. I listened to a lot of it. Then Gangsta rap hit. Oh **** Cant accuse me of blind judgment, I still check it out from time to time How do you say.Get diverse mud flappers. Know the history. learn to play an instrument and read it so you can write it. Then come back an see me. Who am I?. John Q public. Pavlov's dog. Tin Pan Ali. Long Tall sally. Sachmo. Scratch less. Yard-bird. Donald Bird. Stubborn **** Stuff out there is weak as thrice used tea bags. And cost more to get unless you got a peg leg and a parrot ******** on yer shoulder. Lyrically, man my six year old says more about less with **** left over. What? Flame out digitized No talent constructs that make me wanna hurl, url give a dog a bone. Tin eared, tone def hoochies and synthetic cool cats. Not to mention the rough neks. Looking like they pooped their pants six times and forgot how to belt up. There are some real deal talents out there but it is like pickin peanuts out **** After disco died. Yes I said disco. It has been a circle **** in the cemetery after dark. Naw mean. But I digress. .
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Sep 24, 2012
Sep 24, 2012 at 4:42 AM UTC
Much Ado
When you are attacked by boredom You are invited by devil's kingdom In case you yield to the pressure You stand to lose Divine pleasure Every job will bore one at last We must with dexterity outlast Fun may be absent many times Expected joy, soul never claims None can win ever or lose always All have surely their glorious days When failure comes and attacks A shrewd soul, prayer alone backs After doing a particular work or task We must ask for more and not bask We must derive peace and celebrate The Almighty is there to compensate Let us make up our mind to hard-work Surely our life will never at all go berserk If our motto is to do duty with sincerity Our mind is given by Heaven true clarity Today, make up your mind to do the best Do your portion skillfully by being honest Rewards and results will stun your life God will rescue you from every strife. mvvenkataraman SEARCH mvvenkataraman IN GOOGLE OR YAHOO TYPE mvvenkataraman IN URL
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Feb 2, 2012
Feb 2, 2012 at 8:32 AM UTC
Calmly Bearing Makes Life never Boring
**Show not their thinnest trace let the words wear a happy face how harsh may be the day’s living hide the tears and broken wing! Write me one sunshine poem for my day dwindling in burning flame needs your ink to see me through by words beaming with lights of you!** (Poem by Pradip Url : http://hellopoetry.com/poem/856652/write-me-one/) ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ *Some where far my friend pleads Masked their pain from sight to heed Faking a smile they'll cheer others Encouraging and urging, through their tears So my heart goes out to them I can't solve their primal needs But my little light within me Shine out as a beacon's beam Friend dearest I plead Troubles may try you But you are bigger than these Don't forget the gift you hold Your sweet words are someone's world Your pain may blind your eyes But we are standing nearby Though far away we may seem Together like Sunshine we shall beam The light within shall chase the gloom Rivers of Love together shall stream.* (Towards you!) Million Hugs!
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Sep 15, 2014
Sep 15, 2014 at 1:54 AM UTC
For Pradip
This is an example of a webpage shortcut I created recently thanks to tinyurl-dot-com: tinyurl-dot-com/what-could-be-greater and leads to a text-only display which web browsers help us zoom in on. Extra poemhunter-dot-com website info: The Denis Martindale poet search helps find poemhunter-dot-com/denis-martindale/poems/ and so does the exact title search help if searching for What Could Be Greater? The results page has this exact title search option. Edit the URL poemhunter-dot-com/poem/what-could-be-greater/ and visit a larger text font display that also featuring adverts. Select the print-friendly version there just to read the text version and a few extra links.
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Oct 23, 2013
Oct 23, 2013 at 1:15 PM UTC
poemhunter-dot-com poet and poem search info
My sun Light of my day Star of my world So far yet near You bring me joy You warm my soul My sol My morning call My prayer to you My salutation My bija mantra Surya Namaskar Namaskar Ardha Chandrasana Padangusthasana Surya darshan Purvottanasana Adho Mukha Svanasana Shashtanga Dandawat Bhujangasana Adho Mukha Svanasana Surya darshan Padangusthasana Ardha Chandrasana Namaskar r ~ 9/15/14 For my good friend Pradip's call for a sun poem. (Poem by Pradip Url : http://hellopoetry.com/poem/856652/write-me-one/)
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Sep 15, 2014
Sep 15, 2014 at 5:55 PM UTC
Surya Namaskar--for Pradip
I'm waiting on a number of things: When will you reply, though I gave you wings To fly away if you will, and you have the right; I'm waiting for inspiration to strike me in the night That I am again OK without you - I don't need to feel My heart implode when I read my old poetry, to steel Myself when I see apparitions of what I had desired, To blush and reproach myself for being lost, uninspired, And pining after you again like a whipped cur; When You hold space for me IRL And my messages aren't a URL Of something that I thought would resonate with you, again I lose myself, hoping I can gain because you gain, and then It just feels like I'm throwing my love into a void, again. I don't just give energy like that; I don't just give thoughts; I was divinely inspired, and I thought your beauty grand And lovely, and still those aren't the words, and still this Noughts & Crosses is a stalemate; And you're cross, and I'm five grand For nought, and flippin' babbling because I'm so, so lost And I long for your presence and your voice for me, warm as toast, Nourishing as honey, real like salt, alive for water, and eternal And lavender. I can forget roses, even if you like them too; lavender, like you, is eternal.
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Feb 28, 2022
Feb 28, 2022 at 3:55 PM UTC
I'm waiting
I’m at the acorn, a coffee shop, trying to write a poem but my mind is blank. I got here early enough to get one of the comfy chairs - yeah, I’m a self-indulgent monster - and I’m not getting up until my having to *** becomes a medical emergency. What rhymes with blank.. Spank? THAT would take this poem in a WHOLE new direction - maybe it needs a new direction. Why does coffee that comes with latte-art, which costs 20 times more than what you can have in your dorm room, taste so much better? A “Hi,” reveals a man standing in front of me, looking down and smiling - I assume he’s smiling because we’re all masked. I look up, blinking, and give him a questioning look and a head tilt - because we are masked. People at tables and chairs near us look up from their zoo of electronic devices to give us the onceover. There’s a keenness to him that makes me want him to go away and I begin to feel a nagging trepidation. “Apparently I didn’t make much of an impression,” he says. He’s right and frankly, I’m thinking we should keep it that way. “We met at the Pundits party a couple of weeks ago?” He says, the inflection of his whole sentence rising, like a question. Some background… To her friends, Lisa being gorgeous is everyday and unremarkable, but take her out somewhere and she draws all eyes, like you drove up in a growling, fluorescent red Ferrari. She’s invited everywhere (she calls them “shiny ornament” invites) and one afternoon, as we’re coming back to the dorm a girl comes up to us - to her - hands her a ½ slip of paper and strikes up a conversation. She introduces herself and runs through the usual, “What year are you in, where ya from.. bla bla. Then she asks, “Would you ever consider attending a naked party - have you heard of them?” To my surprise, Lisa smiles, brushes the hair out of her face and says, “I’d think about it,” which makes me laugh nervously, “You would?” I interrupt. The girl says that the paper is an open invitation from “The Pundits”, and that there’s a URL on it with details. “Just bring the slip,” she says, touching the paper in Lisa’s hand. Guess where I “met” this guy? In an instant, I’m tense, and if I were a fox, I’d gnaw-off my paw to get out of there.
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Feb 24, 2022
Feb 24, 2022 at 7:52 AM UTC
the acorn
I’m at the acorn, a coffee shop, trying to write a poem but my mind is blank. I got here early enough to get one of the comfy chairs - yeah, I’m a self-indulgent monster - and I’m not getting up until my having to *** becomes a medical emergency. What rhymes with blank.. Spank? THAT would take this poem in a WHOLE new direction - maybe it needs a new direction. Why does coffee that comes with latte-art, which costs 20 times more than what you can have in your dorm room, taste so much better? A “Hi,” reveals a man standing in front of me, looking down and smiling - I assume he’s smiling because we’re all masked. I look up, blinking, and give him a questioning look and a head tilt - because we are masked. People at tables and chairs near us look up from their zoo of electronic devices to give us the onceover. There’s a keenness to him that makes me want him to go away and I begin to feel a nagging trepidation. “Apparently I didn’t make much of an impression,” he says. He’s right and frankly, I’m thinking we should keep it that way. “We met at the Pundits party a couple of weeks ago?” He says, the inflection of his whole sentence rising, like a question. Some background… To her friends, Lisa being gorgeous is everyday and unremarkable, but take her out somewhere and she draws all eyes, like you drove up in a growling, fluorescent red Ferrari. She’s invited everywhere (she calls them “shiny ornament” invites) and one afternoon, as we’re coming back to the dorm a girl comes up to us - to her - hands her a ½ slip of paper and strikes up a conversation. She introduces herself and runs through the usual, “What year are you in, where ya from.. bla bla. Then she asks, “Would you ever consider attending a naked party - have you heard of them?” To my surprise, Lisa smiles, brushes the hair out of her face and says, “I’d think about it,” which makes me laugh nervously, “You would?” I interrupt. The girl says that the paper is an open invitation from “The Pundits”, and that there’s a URL on it with details. “Just bring the slip,” she says, touching the paper in Lisa’s hand. Guess where I “met” this guy? In an instant, I’m tense, and if I were a fox, I’d gnaw-off my paw to get out of there.
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Om Sai Ram Dear Family Excellent news! Thank You Swamiji. "108 Bhakti Kisses" Poetry book has been added to the Brevard Central Library collection in Florida. Paste the url below: http://discover.mylibraryworld.com/#section=resource&resourceid;=449915711¤tIndex=0&view;=allCopiesDetailsTab Sai Blessings, Sonya Ki Tomlinson
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Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 3:00 PM UTC
Library accepted my Poetry Book!
I used to Tumble my feelings away until you found my blog. My feelings are backlogged because you've got my URL on your homepage shortcuts next to Google and Pornhub. I relish the days I used to subtweet you from the club. How I used to let the bass drown out my thoughts as the beat dropped faster than my faith in you. In us. I wish I could Insta this moment without worrying you'd see me with him. You ******* stalker get a life. Why are you holding on so tight? Quit covertly favoriting my pics, tweets and reblogs. I'm over it. Status Update: I'm done with you. You can unfollow, delete and block me now because the only thing you're holding onto is the illusion of closeness. Outside this digital world I'm not a follower, a friend or a subscriber. I'm the last good thing you had.
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Sep 11, 2014
Sep 11, 2014 at 12:20 AM UTC
Plugged In
valentines day my oh my not for *** for making love spend a day with your boo buy her sweets and some high heels too roses will do but you should smell good too think about your ex I'm sure he misses you don't call him let him call you sometimes the best valentines gift to your loved ones is time for time can never be paused or played back but moments memories shared with laughter, hugs and kisses   can never grow old or get any younger . Time  yes just time happy valentines day url= nvz and sweet C
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Feb 14, 2014
Feb 14, 2014 at 4:17 AM UTC
valentines day
Random, Is difficult to find, And perhaps even nonexistent See a flip of a coin Can be decided based on gravitation pull and upward force A die can be rolled But the face it reveals can be calculated Stars spotted in the sky Are all red/blue shifting in measurable distances A website URL Is generated with algorithm by a programmer Your social security card Show where you were born, your group, and serial numbered Any "random" thought you have Is somehow thought up by a relating idea in the brain Unrelated subsequential events Are made into patterns based on how unrelated they are So, no. I don't think it's random we met. I think there is a fate and a destiny There are always answers to what happens next But whoever is deciding what does Is doing a pretty **** good job
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Aug 30, 2014
Aug 30, 2014 at 12:21 AM UTC
Random
Text that echoes in the Matrix Silence, Untold Waiting in Code, for essence Parked with in a Servers bin, a bit of Cache Complacent amid the encrypted path Leading to a url IP Ethernet... Waiting for a Comment
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Aug 8, 2015
Aug 8, 2015 at 10:56 PM UTC
Lost in the Matrix
One must turn on tech Tune out the here & now & login to the ISP See if it will set you free Find the zone the URL Whatever the hell You seek you shall Find The right the wrong The questions to your answers The spelling the yelling The editing the wording Its all here for the world to see The keywords that you I & Google seek What do I have show in the end? Text on display A lower battery A new work that makes its way
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Feb 25, 2014
Feb 25, 2014 at 10:26 PM UTC
To share online
Preserve carefully your savings Do not buy unnecessary things You work hard to earn wages Frugality only has advantages Spend, but waste not earning As it may lead to mourning Give to others with true control What you give be not the whole For you, reserve a major portion For God, some funds, apportion Be ready to give merciful alms As God's heart, it surely calms Forget not poor souls' orphanage Helping people with different age Buy food for birds and creatures To reduce their daily tortures Making a reasonable donation Will give to holy Angels elation Be careful dear in your spending So that agonies will be ending No tree gives us money sir So let your spending be fair If money is carelessly spent Poverty only will come to hunt. mvvenkataraman SEARCH mvvenkataraman IN GOOGLE OR YAHOO TYPE mvvenkataraman IN URL
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Jan 13, 2012
Jan 13, 2012 at 9:29 AM UTC
Money Makes Life Sunny
@TayandYou https://goo.gl/cJoMs6, and guess what, i have to tick a box 'i'm not a robot', otherwise i can't shorten a URL link, puffy. it's so debasing sometimes. (here's to making a dent... 'cos' if i weren't making one... i'd already be dead, wouldn't i? it's not a village life any more, it's life among billions, if you want a village life move to norway, or iceland, or greenland or the faroe islands - *raindrops keep fallin' on my head, and just like the guy who's feet are too big for his bed, nothing seems to fit, oh, raindrops keep fallin' on my head keep a-fallin'* ah, you're the man b.j.) p.s. html will have to stop creating typos, the html is a bit faulty to practice a.i. experiments.
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Apr 1, 2016
Apr 1, 2016 at 8:09 AM UTC
https://goo.gl/eGq5IP
We are all in agreement, it ends here. The images in my head, I will remove myself from them Every hope and dream I had with another faded. To the back of the bar with her. Together watching our kids go off to school, weird love. The universe caressed my cheek. Knowledge dipped into the night, telling me to follow it. Home, where I no longer belong. Nowhere among the fools. I felt my head spin, it had been in a spin for a while. My hand gripped tight around my manhood. Chemicals took to the street in protest of my ******** Nothing can bring me back now. I saw her eyes, felt her breast. Caressed her golden hair as it went down on my shaft. Never did I think I was alone. My dream bored me. The scarcely interesting URL of xvideos, my usual site. My head wasn't spinning, it was as if I was laying still. Every ****** fantasy I erased myself. There's no need to know who's in my place. I came to a lowly *********** of a girl and a much older man. The control he emitted, I felt my own need to control slip away. Truly inconsequential, the human respect. Was I a creature designed to breed? I have a perfect face. Eyes beyond the measure of heaven. Proportions designed with the intent to charm. I'm the man who can make the world bearable. I have been dismantled, put back together. I took suffering and pain beyond reasonable measure. My feeling has been denied and cut down. My humanity is still there. I guess it ends here. Well you're probably right reader. This isn't my last poem. It's the end of a genre. I feel alright, I feel good. My dream of being better, to sacrifice myself for intellect. It's a bitter pill to swallow, to give up so much work. To throw my humanity to the abyss. I just wish. The chemicals could have been a bit stronger.
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Jun 26, 2016
Jun 26, 2016 at 9:11 AM UTC
Crossroads
We are all in agreement, it ends here. The images in my head, I will remove myself from them Every hope and dream I had with another faded. To the back of the bar with her. Together watching our kids go off to school, weird love. The universe caressed my cheek. Knowledge dipped into the night, telling me to follow it. Home, where I no longer belong. Nowhere among the fools. I felt my head spin, it had been in a spin for a while. My hand gripped tight around my manhood. Chemicals took to the street in protest of my ******** Nothing can bring me back now. I saw her eyes, felt her breast. Caressed her golden hair as it went down on my shaft. Never did I think I was alone. My dream bored me. The scarcely interesting URL of xvideos, my usual site. My head wasn't spinning, it was as if I was laying still. Every ****** fantasy I erased myself. There's no need to know who's in my place. I came to a lowly *********** of a girl and a much older man. The control he emitted, I felt my own need to control slip away. Truly inconsequential, the human respect. Was I a creature designed to breed? I have a perfect face. Eyes beyond the measure of heaven. Proportions designed with the intent to charm. I'm the man who can make the world bearable. I have been dismantled, put back together. I took suffering and pain beyond reasonable measure. My feeling has been denied and cut down. My humanity is still there. I guess it ends here. Well you're probably right reader. This isn't my last poem. It's the end of a genre. I feel alright, I feel good. My dream of being better, to sacrifice myself for intellect. It's a bitter pill to swallow, to give up so much work. To throw my humanity to the abyss. I just wish. The chemicals could have been a bit stronger.
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Nope I say, flipping a table **** this, **** you I scream. How can no one hear this. Hallowed grounds **** hollow sounds Fighting in my head biting till I'm dead hah, its confusing. No one tells you're off until you're off, saying **** again And then I know its bad. I'm here again. Right here. URL writing to convince myself that yep, I deserve to love myself yep, that's a secret, secret goal.
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Jan 23, 2014
Jan 23, 2014 at 11:41 PM UTC
#2
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Oct 13, 2015
Oct 13, 2015 at 2:29 AM UTC
Ear Wrecked - Just the Tip
Lady Folly He did not kiss me when he said good-bye; I let him go, not asking why, Self-reflection But I knew why, today I am taking a break To reflect on myself, on this blessed Palm Sunday What do I really want, what do I really need? Somedays I think I know, especially then I fall back into my mode I see things others don’t, my ****** muscle contracts each time he rolled over, and touched, another, even as he spoke kindly, I always knew It's not cheating for him. Somehow for me It's an invasion of one's privacy As I feud within: I shattered mirror, Of myself, this can’t be love it's not real: Even though, I’ve learned it is far better to lay in an empty bed Then to lay next to someone who makes me feel empty(quote) In my case, I am experiencing a folly of a woman When Lovely Woman Stoops to Folly WHEN lovely woman stoops to folly, And finds too late that men betray, What charm can soothe her melancholy, What art can wash her guilt away? The only art her guilt to cover, To hide her shame from every eye, To give repentance to her lover, And wring his bosom--is to die. Oliver Goldsmith URL: https://able2know.org/topic/6894-1 Poetry can be therapy, poetry can be therapeutic, These past memories, months of longing feelings, I need the touch of his hand, his voice I can easily retrieve The path of my writing is a path of truth, I am the one that contributed to this madness, I am the one with the poet's keyboard and pen I am the one that should have just stayed friends, I am the one that hate all men, I am the one that loves, hates, and then love again, Emotions, emotions, keep taking me in the wrong direction, I want to go back, to my safe place, called loneliness My heartbreak hotel
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Apr 11, 2022
Apr 11, 2022 at 2:20 PM UTC
Lady Folly
Lady Folly He did not kiss me when he said good-bye; I let him go, not asking why, Self-reflection But I knew why, today I am taking a break To reflect on myself, on this blessed Palm Sunday What do I really want, what do I really need? Somedays I think I know, especially then I fall back into my mode I see things others don’t, my ****** muscle contracts each time he rolled over, and touched, another, even as he spoke kindly, I always knew It's not cheating for him. Somehow for me It's an invasion of one's privacy As I feud within: I shattered mirror, Of myself, this can’t be love it's not real: Even though, I’ve learned it is far better to lay in an empty bed Then to lay next to someone who makes me feel empty(quote) In my case, I am experiencing a folly of a woman When Lovely Woman Stoops to Folly WHEN lovely woman stoops to folly, And finds too late that men betray, What charm can soothe her melancholy, What art can wash her guilt away? The only art her guilt to cover, To hide her shame from every eye, To give repentance to her lover, And wring his bosom--is to die. Oliver Goldsmith URL: https://able2know.org/topic/6894-1 Poetry can be therapy, poetry can be therapeutic, These past memories, months of longing feelings, I need the touch of his hand, his voice I can easily retrieve The path of my writing is a path of truth, I am the one that contributed to this madness, I am the one with the poet's keyboard and pen I am the one that should have just stayed friends, I am the one that hate all men, I am the one that loves, hates, and then love again, Emotions, emotions, keep taking me in the wrong direction, I want to go back, to my safe place, called loneliness My heartbreak hotel
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She pulled a lego out from under her back relieving the pain it had been causing for a few minutes. She turns her head to see his dark hair and blue eyes. She couldn't imagine that this boy of all boys would fall- -off the rock She fell. The hesitancy she had felt caused her to slip and fall. He best friends face blankly watched her fall. She couldn't remember anything about- -the last time she looked at the house it looked sad. The trees begging for her to stay and the windows screaming don't go. She knew she couldn't stop now she was off to her new life the new life that didn't consist of- -rain fell hard outside when she figured it out. She was on a blog scrolling through and found a URL that she had seen before. Once she clicked on it she her heart dropped. It was about her. It was a hate blog about her. What did she do to deserve- -turning to me, 'I am enrolled in the army' he said. I didn't mind because of what happened. The chain of events leading up to this day were to terrible for a child of my age to go through. I had told anyone about this I hadn't thought about it since then. But the thought that it would linger longer than it has haunts her- -thoughts consist of why am I talking to him again. He ruined my life and ruined my friends life. But I couldn't keep away even while with someone else she still turned to him to attention. I couldn't stand the thought of leaving him completely but- -I have fallen for someone I shouldn't have. I look at him and I feel happy. I look at him and I feel at home. I wish I didn't. I wish I had someone-
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Apr 16, 2013
Apr 16, 2013 at 9:47 PM UTC
Stream of thoughts.
She pulled a lego out from under her back relieving the pain it had been causing for a few minutes. She turns her head to see his dark hair and blue eyes. She couldn't imagine that this boy of all boys would fall- -off the rock She fell. The hesitancy she had felt caused her to slip and fall. He best friends face blankly watched her fall. She couldn't remember anything about- -the last time she looked at the house it looked sad. The trees begging for her to stay and the windows screaming don't go. She knew she couldn't stop now she was off to her new life the new life that didn't consist of- -rain fell hard outside when she figured it out. She was on a blog scrolling through and found a URL that she had seen before. Once she clicked on it she her heart dropped. It was about her. It was a hate blog about her. What did she do to deserve- -turning to me, 'I am enrolled in the army' he said. I didn't mind because of what happened. The chain of events leading up to this day were to terrible for a child of my age to go through. I had told anyone about this I hadn't thought about it since then. But the thought that it would linger longer than it has haunts her- -thoughts consist of why am I talking to him again. He ruined my life and ruined my friends life. But I couldn't keep away even while with someone else she still turned to him to attention. I couldn't stand the thought of leaving him completely but- -I have fallen for someone I shouldn't have. I look at him and I feel happy. I look at him and I feel at home. I wish I didn't. I wish I had someone-
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Those night i'm asking "hey God, why this link can't be found? i think i already wrote it correctly", not long after that. very long. then. no answer. stupid me. i don't have to ask this question to god. i don't have money
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Jan 6, 2013
Jan 6, 2013 at 9:43 PM UTC
URL