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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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  • Friday, March 06, 2009 11:13 PM

    kazoo's honour

    It came in an undated email with a three alphabet title that had bold fonts; somewhat reflective of the urgency I felt in the pit of my stomach. Coaxing the brain to swallow the words from the five paragraphs devoid of real emotion, was a task. Every word followed blood veins to the heart before they finally met up again in the brain. And by the time the words could settle down enough to call a toast and cheer to the wonders of the human brain, the heart had sunk to depths unknown.

    I had to sit and hope that the line I threw with Godly bait would entice the heart enough to return to its rightful place. Please and it'll be okay appeased for a brief moment before the realness of the situation stung and bit away at bits of a now already numb heart.

    The buzz from seasoned men putting/hiding away mess after a 9 to 5/6/7 day helped to keep the hands from sending texts that would most likely intrude on schedules that have been devoted to a One more important (or so I thought).

    A solitary text went out to the biological sister which returned with advice to get ice cream as soon as possible.
    Instead, I sat and typed my heart in a letter to You. I signed it love, tiff; those last two words took with it all that I had in me to leave ample room for a banner, cake and an entire marching band to cheer home a mending heart =)

    This change was painful as it was a dear part of who I had become. But this must have been necessary and so I'm hopeful for all that has yet to come.

    To that end, I don't think anyone could say it better than dear Kazoo:

    Goodbye =)


    minx wrote at11:13 PM
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