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Cheriebaby
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Birthday: 9/1/1984
Gender: Female
Interests: Golf, floorball, basketball, rollerblading, phototaking, drawing, bumming, sleeping, chatting.. the list just goes on..
Occupation: Student
Industry: Business
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Member Since:
10/16/2003
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| i have officially decided to move..
www.wild-incantations.blogspot.com
nothing else has changed except the address. | | |
| Its my fourth week into living in Aussieland, many might be glad to know I'm not liking it as it is, which means I probably might not want to stay on after Uni. (val i see you smiling) But yeah, they're sooooo inefficient, I cannot emphasize any further. To cut my grouses short...they can only do ONE thing at a time, at a pace too slow to even imagine.
I'm turning into a real sports freak. Brother-in-law loves to watch footy, sis like to catch tennis and cricket...and the only good thing on the tube on weekends are sporting events. Thank god we have Foxtel (cable) otherwise I'd kill myself first. But still.. haven't watched that much sports in...ever!
Freezing my bloody ass down here.. weather's a pain, changing every 2 days. Slowly getting used to my fingers being frozen.
School starts in a coupla weeks, sorta can't wait. Wonder what mass comm (and the people) are gonna be like. Will keep y'all updated! | | |
| I wanted to love you,
But I was just too scared.
Haunted by the past,
That always seemed to reappear.
I tried my best to run and hide,
But I just couldn't get you off my mind.
Should I give love a second chance?
Or am I just wasting my time?
You promised you were different,
But so did the rest.
Then you took my hand and looked into my eyes,
And I knew you had already passed the test.
So I took a chance,
And fell deeply in love.
Maybe this is what I've been looking for,
That special kind of love from above.
God can this be true?
But everything is happening so fast.
But something is telling me,
That I've found true love at last. | | |
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Shattered dreams
This isn’t really me, the perfect picture that you see.
In the corner is a little girl inside, box of fears lying just beside.
Tears fall as she submits to her thoughts, falling deeper into distraught.
The world is a demented place, full of lies & deceit she can’t erase.
False hopes and shattered dreams, it’s all inevitable it seems.
Faux love and care from those around, anguish & torment is all that’s found.
Voices in her head attack her mind, she returns with a smile in kind.
Losing bearing on solid ground, the only direction to go is down.
Hope is killed, dreams destroyed, seems all along it was the
Devil’s clever ploy.
No one sees her in the state she’s in; to be seen seems almost a sin.
Hide she must from the world outside, no one with whom she can confide.
Sanity is much of a blissful thing, but ‘tis a song rare for her to sing.
Mental pain tears her mind apart; only thing intact now is her heart.
It won’t be long now, the end is near,
Close your eyes sweet child, soon sounds of joy you will hear.
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| Standing alone, in this surreal world of pain & emptiness,
My mind is perforated into fragmented series.
Inevitably absorbed in assiduous thoughts,
Forced into vehement intensity of emotions.
Balled and chained to a single spot,
I wear the ground thin as time moves on.
The tears refuse to fall as it lies on the edge,
I alone am weighed down by emotional baggage,
Bearing the heftiness refused by others,
Whilst carrying the massive weight of my own heart.
My heart beats weakly but refuses to die,
In its frail and tender state it continues to live on,
Despite my urgent pleas for it to stop.
My life goes on in this desolate land,
With neither will nor way.
The pain it counters all else,
My life as I would call it, is despondent.
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