March 29, 2005 -
ihave no control over it... it's back... it is no use anymore to try and fight it... it gives me too much pain... please, if you know me extremely well (you guys know who you are), then you would know what i'm talking about... it is pulling me down... farther and farther... i'lli can ask of you guys is not to worry, please don't... that is the most you can do for me unless you know how to stop it... help me...
~coeur mysterieux

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Everything that happens - there's a reason for it all. Disasters, joy, confusion - there's always a purpose.

No matter what should happen, true friends are the ones who are there before, during, and after every battle.

It's not a matter of deserving, but a matter of God's will. We have no right to change it, and He doesn't plan us to change it either.

Everyone has a chance to go to heaven. It's not like God's gonna say, "Hey, you're my child. Oh, well... Screw you! Go to Hell!"

Hell isn't the place we live in now, but it is the place we'll be if we are careful and clean up our act!

Look at your life, not at what you do and don't have, but at who you have. A loving family surrounds you - happy friends are always there. Don't throw them away for something that doesn't have the love they give you.

Yes, they're my friends. And I swear to God, if you hurt them - oh, damn you! I'm after your dead ass! I will hurt you!

Is there such thing as a Greek god or goddess that personifies the quality of being nothing? No, and if there isn't some crazy named god or goddess in mythology that personifies nothingness, then why must you?

I is a gud righter.

You say that we are too young, but maybe you are just too old to remember yourself in our place. You don't know who we are in this splendorous journey! Who's to say such about this love? Obviously not you, that's for sure!

Half A Week Before The Winter
By: Vanessa Carlton Half a week before the winter
The chill bites before it comes
And I'm the child of the pleasure
That he brings before he runs

He sits behind a desk of majogany
He whispers dreams into my ear
Though I've given him his empire
He delivers me my fear

The unicorns are riding high
Powerful in coats of white
I turn to look but burn my eyes
I carry on, I carry...

All the weight of empty promise
As I stand swallowed by the light
Flickering above the highway
I hold my head and know the streets are mine tonight

The vampires are growing tired
The coats of white all turn to red
My heart burns with desire
I carry on, I carry on

The unicorns are riding high
Powerful in coats of white
We turn to look and burn our eyes
I carry on, I carry...
The vampires are growing tired
The coats of white all turn to red
My heart burns with desire
I carry on, I carry on...

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enjoy all of the stories and poems i write! also, wish me good luck in publishing my story (the wilted rose)with scholastics! i hope they'll publish!

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