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Oh Lord, there ain't no heaven.
Sara Anne Clarkson, 16 years of age. 5'2, 25/01, 34 [a]. Long, Brown and Copper hair, Orange Glasses. Boyfriend-Kyle Corey. 13 Piercings - Nose, Eyebrow, Lipside, 5.R. Ear, 4.L. Ear. Maverick and Camps Highschool, grace 10. Unemployed, was @ Homehardware.

BASICS

Height:152 cm - 158 cm (5' - 5'2")
Weight:46 Kg - 50 Kg (101 lbs - 110 lbs)
Birthday:March 29, 1991
Sexual Orientation:Heterosexual
Dating:Long term
Living Situation:Living with spouse
Location:Saskatchewan, Canada
Join Date:03:51pm | Mar 25, '07
Profile Updated:09:56am | May 01, '07
Last Active:10:22am | May 09, '07

INTERESTS

Reading Material:Fiction, Fantasy, Humor, Magazines, Newspapers, Mysteries, Non-fiction, Poetry, Romance
Movies:Action, Comedy, Horror, Psychological Thrillers, Tearjerkers
Art:Body Art, Cartooning, DJing, Doodling, Drawing, Clothing design, Film/Video Making, Graphic Design, Journal Writing, Painting, Photography, Pottery, Sculpture, Sewing, Singing, Song Writing, Web Design, Writing
Animals/Pets:Birds, Cats, Dogs, Fish, Horses, Rabbits, Rodents
Video Games:Fighting, Puzzles, Racing, Role Playing, Strategy
Cars:Domestic, Drifting, Imports, Modifications
Music:Country, Death Metal, Drum & Bass, Electronica, Emo, Happy Hardcore, Hardcore, Hip-Hop, Metal, New Wave, Pop, Punk, R & B, Rap, Techno, Trance, World, Acoustic, Rave, Reggaeton
Sports:Aerobics, Badminton, Baseball, Basketball, Bicycling, BMX, Bowling, Boxing, Car racing, Cheerleading, Dance (competitive), Figure Skating, Fishing, Golf, Gymnastics, Horseback Riding, Inline Skating, Kickboxing, Paintball, Rock Climbing, Rollerskating, Running, Skateboarding, Snowboarding, Swimming, Tennis, Track and Field, Volleyball
Activities:Cooking, Drinking, Driving, Karaoke, Listening to music, Partying, Pool/Billiards, Shopping, Traveling, Darts, Raving, Dancing
Musical Instruments:Acoustic guitar, Bass guitar, Clarinet, Electric Guitar, Flute, Other Drums, Violin
Outdoor:Bird-watching, Camping, Fishing, Gardening, Going to the beach, Hiking, Backpacking, Exploring, Sightseeing, Suntanning, Traveling
Computers:E-mail, Gaming, Graphics, Hardware, Instant Messaging, Programming, Surfing the net

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Sara Anne Clarkson
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16 | brunette | smoker | 10'er | committed --
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- To this amazing guy, in which she will probably never ever leave. Who wiped the tears from her pretty face and says all those stupid fucking things, to make her laugh when she's down. He's always there for her when she needs him the most, to tell her shes b e a u t i f u l and that everything is going to be fine. He's the most adorable guy in the whole wide world, and the best thing that has ever happened to her. He has helped her get through so much shit, that she probably wouldn't have been able to deal with without him. She's soo happy she met him, and now he means eveything to her and she doesn't know what in the world she would do without him! Dispite their occation missunderstandings, she is not afraid to display how much he means to her. Everything revolves around him, in her own little world, from the pants she wears, to the makeup she cakes on . . . all just to know, that shes sexy in his eyes. She talks about him all the time, because he's the only thing on her mind at all times. She wants to be with him for the rest of her life, she can't imagine being with another but him. He's absolutely everything she could possibly wish for. He has to much potential and she feels extreamly lucky to be able to be his girl. She claims to know now, how to make the correct desicions, and now get herself hurt in the process of trying to do so. He's the first person, she has ever felt this comfortable around, and the first person to actually teach her more about herself. She claims now, to have fallen 'head over heals' for this man! She couldn't ever forget those long drives, in the fast carm laughing at his silly behaviors. He's so fucking great! And his name is . . . .
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Kyle Corey
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She brushes only the most beautiful of copper brown hair.

&& shes got hazel eyes you could stare into for hours.

Her orange glasses are falling down her nose.

And shes got lot's of freckles among all that makeup.

Shes a fucking pot head.

&& she only drinks on occation.

Life looks so much different, 5'2 above ground level.

They say shes pretty enough to model -- Masal, Saskatoon, SK.

But that doesn't make her special . . .

She lives with her precious boyfriend, in their wonderful little house,

With her two kitties: feta && bastet!

Her other Eight animals had to stay at mommie's house.

Shes kind of a nerd when it comes to computers.

But shes more less just a ditz, and is extreamly accident prone.

Her favorite colours are pink && limegreen.

Her favorite animal is an arctic fox.

Her Disruptive Behavior Disorder is screwing her over.

Shes kind of a big fucking deal!

She loves boozin and gettin high with her friends and her boyfriend.

She was an addict, but Detoxed herself -- Congradulations.

She doesn't have a religion, she just does and says whatever the fuck she wants.

Cause she really honestly, doesn't give a fuck!

She finally off probation -- 31/10/05 - 31/10/06!!

Shes extreamly talented,

&& she enjoys Drawing Japanese Animation && Arhcitecture Blueprint designs.

She also enjoys Singing and Dancing . . .

She can get extreamly sensitive, and really jelous sometimes.;;

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She's not that great,

But she's the most understanding person you'll ever meet.
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Step Up Your Game Bitch!
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She is From
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New York cizzay!
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Your only as strong as the drinks you mix,
The tables you dance on,
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- Seems now like we've fallen to pieces;
Love me not, because I love you no more.
Tears run down your face, soft lip creases;
Don't look at me boy, your face is already soar.
Kiss me softly, hold me tightly;
Love me daily, we fight nightly.
Last remembering the times we've had,
Sunny days walking, hand in hand.
We promise to stay side by side
Together forever, a knot has been tied.
Now slipping loose,
It forms a noose, to hang upon,
This love is gone.
We each need to pray to god,
To fill our places when we're gone.
With people who lead normal lives,
Not to cry with bloody knives.
In you I trust to be there for me,
You act as if you really know me.
As beautiful as I may be,
You will never really see,
That this could end anyday,
Say goodbye to you and me . . . .
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The world has always been such a blur,
Never knowing who we were.
We were lost inside,
Deep inside.
Ourselves and someone elses lies.
Now I've Figured out who I am,
And what delays me from being them,
Nothing is the same,
You'll always be different,
So Love yourself,
Don't hate yourself.
Trying to be someone your not,
Love this life, give it some thought.


Thought this would get better,
But it only seems to worsen as the hours pass.
My happiness was abused, I knew it wouldn't last!
The anger has built,
So ready to break loose.
I can't take much more of this abuse!
Bodys numb, mind gone blank.
Take a second to think of your pain.
Cause your outraged by what you've gone through,
Put upfront with no where to run.
Eyes red as blood, as if tears of crimson have come.
Stand silently,
As he watches the blood run down the side of your face.
Your finally gone,
Discharged from this place.
Your head decomeposed from this disastrous mess,
Some people just weren't meant to be happy I guess. . .
Somehow always feeling theres a match against myself,
Always remembering the simple imperfections within,
Knowing I could never win.
Your the victim at fault for all of this hell,
Yet no one is sensitive to it,
They don't know me all that well.
. . . . . . . . .
But why waste your time, whining, rhyming,
Done with living, let's start dying!
You only write to not waste your breath,
On someone who's just as obsessed about death!
Tomorrow is the last day I fear to cry,
Wont be long until I die!!
Take this to consideration -
Wont take long -
Just be patient . . .


- This paranoid voice in my head,
Tells me it'll come across me again.
I'm so insecure, I need some help,
Will you be there? Trying to help??
Thinking nothing I do will ever be good enough,
Is defidently enough, to make me cry.
Sometimes I believe I'm living a lie,
And things may never get better than this.
But deep down inside, one day you'll see,
Only you can help me,
But will you be there? Trying to stop me?
Everytime I say I'm happy,
Somehow it still fools you.
Even though my face is wet with tears,
Little do you know, sometimes I just want to hold you.
Ask me if I love you, and you'll have no clue.
I'll probably lie to you.
That many tears of mascara are running down my pretty face.
Just another one of those nights I guess,
When you cry yourself to sleep, completely helpless.
Hating who you are, it's a mix of confusion,
Anticitating slicing and the next cause of blood flow, for instant stress relief.
But why am I always thinking of this?
This cycle can't be broken,
I can't wait another fucking second!
'nothing is wrong!' and 'keep your head straight!'
So regret the loss and feel the god damn pain,
Then strike your heart with the end of the blade.
And bleed to death on the floor of your bathroon,
And cry out the pain locked up inside of you.
I'm so much more, may change your mind?
It may be too late,
But it's worth a try. . .


From day one I talked about getting out,
But not forgetter about,
How all my worste fears are letting out,
He said to me 'why put a new adress, on the same old lonliness?'
When breathing just passes the time,
Until we all just get old and die,
Now talkings' just a waste of breath,
And livings' just a waste of death,
Why put a n e w adress on the 'same old' fucking lonliness??
And this is you and me,
And me and you?
Until we've got n o t h i n g left.