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Hey, i guess we're both stranded apart now... :D it's beginning to feel comfortable this way....doesn't it? :rolleyes: Strange...strange....estranged :D There were times i'd like to say...come over and see me...but i hold back...i guess i'm (also? :D )afraid to see you just yet...don't know why...i'm thinking maybe...if we did...it would really...really...feel...awkward? ^_^ But I miss you...I swear I do...and i hold you here inside...nothing's changed.... but i think i wouldn't wanna be near you too...no...not yet. :rolleyes: baka ma rape lang kita! :lol: :lol:

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Danny Boy,

 

Only yesterday I found out. You moved on to the great beyond & we didn't even say goodbye, even when you were here.

 

Suddenly you've made me now more than ever realize how precious life is.

 

Don't forget to put in a good word for me. You know how sincere I really was compared to the other "idealists" you dealt with to the extent that I even scared you away. For some, what is said isn't rhetoric. You found out I was dead serious.

 

Now you know better so pray for us whom you left to continue facing the daily struggles of life & the challenges of helping make a better world.

 

You will be sorely missed not only by me but by much much more. You'll be right 'mate. For now, that's thought that counts!

 

Parting is sweet sorrow.

 

See ya later!

 

Comrade T.

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dylan,

 

i was once called a poet, a writer of those who cannot sculp phrases with a pen, thoughts with a keyboard.

 

i, not only once, twice, thrice, a hundred times, wrote pieces for imaginary lovers and absentee ones. my truth on paper. blood flowed down cartridges, not veins. i wrote dreams on blank 3Ms, scribbled sighs on seattle's best's paper napkins. for no one actually. absolutely.

 

but for you, not a word on hardbounds, neither on blank sheets of storybooks. for what do i write about you? you're one big complication born by routine. you're a hump-free street, a cup of milk chocolate in the morning, a hot cup of rice at lunch. you're the username and password of my mailbox, the 7-11 at the ground floor of our building, the cold shower at night, the hot water at dawn. you are a clockwork, consistent in your inconsistency, lovely in bed, decent in suit.

 

but what i cannot write, i speak, i touch.

 

with the same poetry as i undress you again,

 

kristin

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to whom it may concern,

 

We both tried...We both fought for us...but it seems the end is near.

It seems that at the end of it all, I will be alone again, I will turn out to be the loser.

 

No matter how hard I try to trust, believe and hold on, things are becoming more unclear for both of us. I will keep on wishing but I will not put my hopes up, not this time, though deep inside it's killing me because I love you more than anyone in this whole wide world.

 

your sikret prend

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Just a few lines to tell you how I feel, A few lines to show I care. But what good will these few lines do If you are never there?

These words will just be written Never noticed or read All my feelings down on paper...All the thoughts that fill my head.

Whispered softly to myself So no one else can hear Only I can see what's written, Only I can feel my tears. Shutting out the world around me Only I can hear my cries, Writing my feelings down on paper My heart starts to die. I'm dying inside But no one seems to know, I'm trying to hold on... But I'm slowly letting go. :cry:

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Dad,

 

What can I say?

 

JDGH is truly related to you.

 

She won as President for their school's Student Council! ;-)

 

Apparently, her speech was what got to her fellow schoolmates to vote for her. She won by 20+ votes! ;-P

 

Am requesting a copy of that speech ... just to see how she was able to influence the votes. ;-)

 

She'll do a GREAT job, am sure.

 

She's like you ... her mom ... me.

 

Wanting to help others, be of service. ;-)

 

Your legacy lives thru us ALL, Daddy!

 

A

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Life goes on ,is what they say,

but they dont' feel what I feel today.

I'm broken inside,my body is weak,

my heart has stopped, there is no beat.

 

Day by day outside i'm smiling

but deep down inside,slowly

crying and dying.Wanting to leave,

must run away.Being in this world

I can not stay.

 

But since i'm here,my mind is set

free,God has sent an angel to

watch over me.I can't get hurt;

unbreakable they say.Stay like

this forever?I don't know,but i'll pray

 

With him by my side I can't go wrong,

just like milk,he makes me strong.

Waiting on that day,when I can truely

go home.OH and when I die,they're gonna

be sing this song.

*I cant smile wit....*

 

So when I leave please don't cry,

there's no need to say your good-byes.

Now dry your eyes,look up in the sky.

If you ever feel the need,to think of me.

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