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[ripyouopen]

All is calm and passive in the world that exists within Tarrytown, within my chest. And if that wasn't so much of a bold-faced lie, I'd have no problem writing as I do in my usual fashion: inside my magazine-clipping decorated notebook whose pages are too wide, and too long. Too big for whatever I could hope to become

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[moa_cat]

People hold me where I stand, clasping their hands so tight around my body and I am content here. I reach out for nothing, I want nothing more then what I have and yet. You rush by me, and the glimpses I catch of you make me want to break free of what I have and go back to what I was. I wanted to go back to being horribly beautiful. Parts of me liked being alone, parts of me enjoyed being sad. Yet being content is more then any human could ask for, or should be alloud in his or her life time so I sit tight where I am. But I will always reach out for you....

[bloody_stars]

That was really beautiful.

[ripyouopen]

Coming from you, that means the world.
I love you so much.
And the dream count is up to three. I really have to get around to calling you.
-_-;;

[0n3_l4st_k1ss]

I agree with Amy. I haven't been on livejournal in a long time. Remember when we met at camp the summer before 9th grade? And we just sat in the grass and picked at dandelions for such a long time and were perfectly happy? I miss that. I wish we could have fun like that again. Wait - where it says -
" You see, this man has been told that he will die by the time he hits fourty. "
Mr. Malecki?

[ripyouopen]

Of course I remember!!
I really do miss those summers. It was blissful.

And yes, I meant Mr. Malecki.

[0n3_l4st_k1ss]

He only has til he's 40?? Ah what's wrong

[ripyouopen]

It wasn't my place to ask, so I don't know.