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Height:159 cm - 163 cm (5'3" - 5'4")
Weight:51 Kg - 55 Kg (111 lbs - 120 lbs)
Birthday:October 26, 1991
Sexual Orientation:Heterosexual
Dating:Single and looking
Location:Vancouver Island, British Columbia, Canada
Join Date:11:14pm | Jun 14, '05
Last Active:01:16pm | Jun 15, '10

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Madeline Georgia Benson
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If You Want Me To, I'll Be The One For You

Maybe I Could Save Your Life
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"One never ought to listen to the flowers. One should simply look at them and breathe their fragrance. Mine perfumed all my planet. But I did not know how to take pleasure in all her grace. This tale of claws, which disturbed me so much, should only have filled my heart with tenderness and pity. The fact is that I did not know how to understand anything! I ought to have judged by deeds and not by words. She cast her fragrance and her radiance over me. I ought never to have run away from her.. I ought to have guessed all the affection that lay behind her poor little strategems. Flowers are so inconsistent! But I was too young to know how to love her... "





You're sure to do impossible things,
If you follow your heart



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Hallelujah, grace like rain falls down on me



Hallelujah, all my stains are washed away
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I can only imagine...







It is such a secret place, the land of tears.




Healing rain, it comes with fire
So let it fall and take us higher
Healing rain, I'm not afraid
To be washed in Heaven's rain





"The greatest thing
You'll ever learn
Is just to love and
Be loved in return"

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Tell me what you think this is.

THERE CAN BE MIRACLES

WHEN YOU BELIEVE




"You are beautiful, but you are empty. One could not die for you.
To be sure, an ordinary passerby would think that my rose looked just like you - the rose that belongs to me.
But in herself alone she is more important than all the hundreds of you other roses,
because she is my rose."






Past the point of no return -
no backward glances:
the games we've played
till now are at an end . . .

Past all thought of if or when -
no use resisting:
abandon thought,
and let the dream descend . . .