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[rnteresting1585]

Well the marrage thing is not even a thought in our minds. After I pulled somethings I get the picture maybe just dating is what I should stick with....even thats hard to pull off. The many times we broke up the many times we made eachother mad to the point we broke something( countless Cell phones, Things we gave to one another)...I have a feelin

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not buyin' it...

[anonymous]

funny the mood has changed from the las entry u made now here is where it gets even more interestin' u said that u were happier and that u didn't care wha anyone thought, not to mention u said that he has changed u in more ways then one, that u not afraid as much anymore and that u feel u can talk to people more and more, but from wha i jus read i see that all that u said was all a front.... hmmmmmm interestin' ur relationship was a front and u put ur friends on the line jus to justify a relationship that clearly doesn't seem to be goin' the way u had put it to be this whole time, it's also pretty ironic that wha goes around really does come around in some aspects, u made it seem that ur relationship was sooo great, that he was everythin' that someone else wasn't (which in turn he was more than wha u got now) and now it's bittin' u in the ass ironic how life plays itself, not to mention that u say that u have hurt a lot of people in the past 6-8 months and that u want to talk to them if they r willin' to listen well my take on that is

You will survive on . . .

[shadowdancer_69]

. . . . is the best advice I can give in this situation. Remember that after you hit the bottom, the only direction you can go is to the top. You know how to reach me. Ciao ciao for now.

Re: You will survive on . . .

[rnteresting1585]

I hope so, my last thoughts are coming soon and I rather not want to say this is my last time for anything...if it gets there then i leave and i never return...
Im out!!!!

[anonymous]

I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings
By Maya Angelou

A free bird leaps on the back of the wind
and floats downstream till the current ends
and dips his wing in the orange suns rays
and dares to claim the sky.

But a bird that stalks down his narrow cage
can seldom see through his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and his feet are
tied so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
of things unknown but longed for still
and his tune is heard on the distant hill
for the caged bird sings of freedom.

The free bird thinks of another breeze
and the trade winds soft through the
sighing trees and the fat worms
waiting on a dawn-bright lawn and
he names the sky his own.

But a caged bird stands on the
grave of dreams his shadow shouts
on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are
tied so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
of things unknown but longed for still
and his tune is heard on the distant hill
for the caged bird sings of freedom.