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One morning the sun whispered to her,
"If he makes you cry then why don't you just leave him?"
I looked up at the sky and asked,
"Sun, would you ever leave your sky?"
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i saw you try and do it like me
man dat' shit was ugly.

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Imposible is a word thrown around by little men
who know nothing && never will but really
Impossible is Nothing.
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who is better together?


NICK + JESSICA

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NICK + VANESSA
 

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QUOTES!
when elmo isn`t ticklish, and pooh bear hates honey,
when tigger stops bouncing, and goofy isn`t funny.
when peter pan can`t fly, and simba never roars,
when alison in wonderland can`t fit through small doors.
when dumbo`s ears are small, and happily ever after isn`t true..
that`s when i`ll stop loving you .



&& YOU DONT KNOW WHAT ITS LIKE TO WAIT ON SOMEBODY AND
THEY NEVER SEEM TO CARE WHAT YOU THINKKK...
BABYYY I WILL WAIT FOR YAA BUT NOT FOREVER...



I WAS THE ONE WHO SAID 'THINGS CHANGE.'
you were the one who proved it.



maybe my heart told your heart
it had a parking place outside
or that we both like taking walks
& doing things at night
maybe our hearts have the same favorite colors
& found each other that way
or maybe it was because they both like sunshine best
& always tell the summer to stay
maybe your heart sent my heart a secret message
that said 'ive been waiting for you lets go love'
or maybe when it comes to things like this
there aren't reasons
HEARTS JUST KNOW



I TOLD HIM TO CALL
ME WHEN HE MISSED ME
AS SOON AS I TURNED
AWAY TO LEAVE
My Phone Instantly
Started Ringing
"I MISS YOU BABY."



you see my boy he a one of a kind
i know you wish your boy was a rider like mine.



Girl: Tell me how much you love me.
Boy: Look up at the sky.
Girl: Stop changing the subject!
Boy: Just look.
(Girl looks up to the sky)
Girl: What am I doing?
Boy: Tell me how many stars are in the sky.
Girl: That's impossible.
Boy: So is explaining my love for you



I just want you to know...
I love how just seeing you makes my day a million times better.
I love how you can make me smile more than anyone else ever has.
I love the feeling I get everytime you look at me.
I love that when I'm with you, there's nowhere else I'd rather be.
I love how there is no greater feeling then just being with you.
I love the way you make me feel happier then ever;
I love you <3



One morning the sun whispered to her,
"If he makes you cry then why don't you just leave him?"
I looked up at the sky and asked,
"Sun, would you ever leave your sky?"



EVERY GIRL HAS THAT ONE GUY THEY'LL NEVER GET OVER
THE ONE THAT MAKES THEM SMILE
THE ONE YOU GET BUTTERFLIES JUST WHEN SOMEONE SAYS HIS NAME
THE ONE WHO HAS HIS NAME WRITTEN ALL OVER YOUR HEART
THE ONE WHO YOU COMPARE EVERY GUY TO
THE ONE YOU NEVER COULD GET SICK OF TALKING ABOUT
THE ONE THAT U CRY OVER AND OVER ABOUT
THE ONE THAT NOONE CAN UNDERSTAND WHY HIM
THE ONE EVERYONE THINKS YOU CAN DO BETTER
THE ONE THAT GETS YOU CRAZY WHEN HES NEAR YOU
THE ONE YOU CAN'T GO A DAY WITHOUT



Never say I love you
If you really don't care
Never talk about feelings
If they really aren't there
Never hold my hand
If you are going to break my heart
Never say you are going to
If you dont plan to start
Never look in my eyes
If all you do is lie
Never say hello
If you really mean good bye
If you really mean forever
Then say you will try
Never say forever
Cause forever makes me cry



he took me for granted, thinking i`d always be there
because he knows i'm always been the one who cared.
when he needs me the most
my back will be turned
and i'll walk away trying not to look back.
and when he yells out "WHY?"
i`ll just say
"baby i`m just returning the favor."


smiles, tears, superficial fears, all are part of the teenage years.
first dates, first cars, having crushes on football stars.first jobs,
first kisses, one to many hits and misses. the best years of growing
up, with great achievments and screwing up. good girls, bad boys,
finally throwing out old toys. sneaking out, getting caught, remembering
all the fights we've fought. boyfriends, girlfriends, hoping they're love
never ends. heart-breaks, making out, just to hear parents shout. sex,
drugs, pot and beer, all are part of the teenage years. high school
college, then it ends, its time to change once again. but we'll always
remember all of the times, when we won we lost and when we cried.
we'll always have memories of our fights and fears, and all the good
times spent in the teenage years.


go off into the world and show off who you are, stop trying to hide,
ask people questions if you wanna know something, scream out loud
if you wanna scream,do something crazy if you wanna be crazy, do
something you never though you would of done,if you wanna do something
youd never think you do,just put yourself out there, and show the
world your there, no use hiding. go show that boy who you really are,
so him that your there, if you like him, tell him, whats the worse thing
that could happpen, the world is a scary place if you think of it as a scary place,


Moving on is never easy, and sometimes you dont really move on,
because it seems like everytime you turn around you are back to
the start again. And you just wish those feelings would go away,
but life doesn't work that way. You can't just not like someone, if
the feelings were so strong before, they probably wont
ever go away. But when you are with that person, things
get tough,you just wanna hold them forever, because
the feeling of being held by the person who made you
 

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Hey girl you know you drive me crazy
One look puts the rhythm in my hand.
Still I'll never understand why you hang around
I see what's going down.



-A NEW LIFE SHE HAS FOUND
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Their Norotic lies tangle in between how
much reality is falling behind us.&& how
only in this strange and utter bizare world
will you ever love me. & we are in
definate to this i guess were just Infinate.
two people in two seprate worlds.that maybe
connect.
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oh the weather outside is frightful but the fire is soo
delightful and since theres no place to go
let it snow.let it snow.let it snow.


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write about yourself here.
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John Blanchard stood up from the bench, straightened his Army uniform, and studied the crowd of people making their way through Grand Central Station. He looked for the girl whose heart he knew, but whose face he didn't, the girl with the rose. His interest in her had begun thirteen months before in a Florida library. Taking a book off the shelf he found himself intrigued, not with the words of the book, but with the notes penciled in the margin. The soft handwriting reflected a thoughtful soul and insightful mind.In the front of the book, he discovered the previous owner's name, Miss Holly Maynell. With time and effort he located her address. She lived in New York City. He wrote her a letter introducing himself and inviting her to correspond.The next day he was shipped overseas for service in World War II. During the next year and one month, the two grew to know each other through the mail. Each letter was a seed falling on a fertile heart. A romance was budding. Blanchard requested a photograph, but she refused. She felt that if he really cared, it wouldn't matter what she looked like. When the day finally came for him to return from Europe, they scheduled their first meeting - 7.00 p.m. at the Grand Central Station in New York."You'll recognize me," she wrote, "by the red rose I'll be wearing on my lapel." So at 7.00 p.m. he was in the station looking for a girl whose heart he loved, but whose face he'd never seen. I'll let Mr. Blanchard tell you what happened: A young woman was coming toward me, her figure long and slim. Her blonde hair lay back in curls from her delicate ears; her eyes were blue as flowers. Her lips and chin had a gentle firmness, and in her pale green suit she was like springtime come alive. I started toward her, entirely forgetting to notice that she was not wearing a rose. As I moved, a small provocative smile curved her lips. "Going my way, sailor?" she murmured. Almost uncontrollably, I made one step closer to her, and then I saw Holly Maynell. She was standing almost directly behind the girl. A woman well past 40, she had graying hair tucked under a worn hat. She was more than plump, her thick-ankled feet thrust into low-heeled shoes. The girl in the green suit was walking quickly away. I felt as though I was split in two, so keen was my desire to follow her, and yet so deep was my longing for the woman whose spirit had truly companioned me and upheld my own.And there she stood. Her pale, plump face was gentle and sensible, her gray eyes had a warm and kindly twinkle. I did not hesitate. My fingers gripped the small worn blue leather copy of the book that was to identify me to her.This would not be love, but it would be something precious, something perhaps even better than love, a friendship for which I had been and must ever by grateful. I squared my shoulders and saluted and held out the book to the woman, even though while I spoke I felt choked by the bitterness of my disappointment. "I'm Lieutenant John Blanchard, and you must be Miss Maynell. I am so glad you could meet me; may I take you to dinner?" The woman's face broadened into a tolerant smile. "I don't know what this is about, son," she answered, "but the young lady in the green suit who just went by, she begged me to wear this rose on my coat. And she said if you were to ask me out to dinner, I should tell you that she is waiting for you in the big restaurant across the street. She said it was some kind of test!"
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