February 2011
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January 2011
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all the pennies - mindy gledhill
Leaky faucet, creaky floor We don’t even own a bathroom door The sofa set is nothing to be jealous of We don’t have a lot but there’s no shortage here for love All the pennies in the wishing wells All the diamonds Tiffany’s could sell All the riches put together All the sunny California weather Could not make me love you any better You could give me all that I request If...
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we did everything together. this room.. i can still smell your cologne. when i close my eyes, i can see you. almost as if i can touch you. the laughters, the cries we’ve once shared. it all came to an end. what’s the point? this vacant room can’t help me feel. i can’t feel my body. it’s so numb. everywhere i turn, i see us. remember those rainy nights where we were...
fact.
In 1386, a pig in France was executed by public hanging for the murder of a child
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her hands, so delicate. so fragile looking. just looking at it, i can get a sense of what it’ll feel like. i go closer. i ask to touch it. i get very cautious. i don’t want to hurt her. one little scratch and it might bring upon too much pain. as soon as her hand touches mine, tears fill my eyes. at that moment, i remember someone saying, “you can tell a women by looking at her...
dilemma.
hopefully i can find a solution as i rant on about this situation. i’ve wanted to dye my hair really red, badly. it’s been a while since i dyed my hair and if i don’t get to do it now, i won’t ever be able to do it. then i question myself, is it that important for me to ponder over? i don’t know. i want to do it, but at the same time i don’t want to because of...
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