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Tell me your fears, dreams, deaths, loves, hates. Share with me your feelings, I will listen. Im am always here. Tell me what you want more than anything, wisper it and I will hear it. This is were you and I can let loose and share our deeper most thoughts. I wont tell a soul. I love your fears, I love the death. So share it all with me... |
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My name is Gabrielle (Gabbie, or some of my friends call me Je casse Le coeur, witch means I break the heart in French, it is a little annoying though.) I am only 13 years of age (and if you have not guessed I am a girl) but hopefully you find me more mature (in some ways) than that. Being Japanese and French I am said to be tall for my age, 5’8 (there are hardly any boys who are as tall or taller then me.) I go to Post Middle School and I keep a steady 3.8-3.9 GPA. Just for your information, my spelling is atrocious. When I am stressed, so most of the time, I like to meditate, sit in my room with candles and incense, and clear my head. That is basically how I do not go insane. My favorite colors are black and blood red, and I hate pink. My sister had a Japanese exchange student come to our home once and I enjoyed it very much, the boys were very cute! One day I would like to visit Japan and end up living in France. My perfect, dream car is a Dodge Ram 4x4, Off Road, black, truck. Right there is a lot of things about me, if you would like to talk or know more about me my e-mails are:
the_girl_you_never_came_back_for@yahoo.com
a_girl_who_needs@yahoo.com
and more…If you want to, you can “note” me on my Teen open diary. First go to http://www.teenopendiary.com, then under Find Diary type in lost.and.betraid and your there!
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ALONE
by Edgar Allan Poe
(1830)
From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view. |
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Dreams and Death...is Death just a Dream? When you Dream is there Death? I always see death, I always see dreams. They are always around you, you just have to look. Look hard because it will not be there when you look back. Find it and embrace it for the last time. Never forget... |
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