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She's the girl who sits and watches while others live a charmed life. The girl loves to write but doesn't know if she's any good at it. She loves rainbow sprinkled ice cream on a rainy day. She loves to take walks with the wind blowing. Giggling should be made a career. She tells you her secrets in not so many words.

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  • Saturday, December 06, 2008 10:41 PM

    turkey thoughts

    Every time I log on, it goes right back to that dashboard. The millions of memories that have come to be built on that one space feels impossible. After all, this is only halfway through.

    It's been quite a trip; journey-wise and falling-down-wise. A lot of it have been mind numbingly surreal where your voice gets stuck, turns into a squeak, then disappears into the air that was supposed to carry its almost weightless weight. The trips on the trip were trips that you would never dream of un-tripping because each made the trip.

    The trips on the trip will be tripped upon when current trips are done tripping over.
    Now, now, did you actually read all that trips? Some trip you must have had, heh =p

    . . . . .

    There's this thought in my head; I wish I could tell you. This thought, it tempts me to give voice to it. I half believe it's lies that all of this will be a great deal better after. But somehow I've not found courage to do as it says.

    All of this is amplified from its three-year maturity. I suspect its because my heart secretly feeds it when I turn away.
    I've whispered it to the air a hundred thousand times. I could sit and twirl ribbons around my fingers until all of the ten I have are mummified and this thought will still taunt.

    I've screamed it to You because You are all that I have.

    It's all at Your feet, I trust You will do as should be done.

    This is all there is to do to keep this thought safe as currently is.


    minx wrote at10:41 PM
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