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| What's brewing in my head at the moment ? |
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| The happy face people in society wear to hide their pain. |
| Hey what's up, thanks for visiting my page, I quit my job ha ha .. I never thought I would be so happy to leave a job behind. Too much stress, too many lies, too many layoffs. However, I took an old full time and another part time job to take it's place, makin' more money, happier and paying for a new car. What else do I want? Life has changed so much since 2005 rolled around. Happier, healthier, wealthier; again, what else do I want? I've been thinking about what direction my life is going to take me in a year. Maybe I should move back to Michigan... unless someone gives me a reason to stay here. People in the past need to let go of the past; never forget what happened but live your life like you forgot. But why does someone always have to remind you of the life you once led? It only makes it harder to move on. Seperation is hell, but sometimes so is life. |
| This site is dedicated to : Matthew Charles Arnold who decided to take his own life on January 31, 2004. I love and miss you always. |
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| How many of you still have your class t-shirt? |
| Against animal testing Information about which companies who do animals testing. This makes me sick. |
| Captivate, irradicate, the muscle that beats; Thrown into the bog of unknown. Drowning in detrimental waters, alge covered blue; Cover eyes so one may not see. What may I ask is it? The pain, the future ? What will be bestowed upon me? The black cloud, envision inside; disrupting perception, making me blind. The last chapter closed; life, what seems captured mystery. Waiting for the pencil, so lightly inscribed; able to erase ending the misery of mine. Rain falls from inside, watering the gardens of an internal drought; Only things known to a witness, can one understand how hell comes about. Casting shadows, a dark energy abounds; Leaving no trace of light, from a soul so unprofound. |
| Seek and reveal the true identity known to me; Hopeful and empathetic, one must understand life has a fee. To conquer the weak does not make one great; but is it self fulfilling to play in the hands of fate? Emotions fading of forever extremes; Painting a dozen past lives as if only in a dream. Waiting for eternity feels like waiting for another day; I was once one of you, a puppet of clay. Manipulate and reform for a desired end; It could take a lifetime for a broken heart to mend. |
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| My best friend's daughter and me |