ContemplationFeelings of starvation come naturally Along with the guilt equally. The ending no disaster. Perfection is a petty dream- the closer you get, the farther it strays. If you could only love yourself Kill the illness and not your health, Have confidence in what you say and help others along the way. Let their life not be their waste, alow them back a sense of taste.Contemplation
Afterall...
How does it end? A tragedy? Atropy? A victim of circumstance A victim of the media and all these efforts gone in vain To a victim of bulimia
my homethe coming of the tide The shore, dirty, littered, Beautiful. Uncomplicated.the coming of the tide
The afternoon my home was lost. I had nothing but the open.
Comfort came with the wind to dry each salty tear.
I settled on a decaying log, to be calmed by the chill of the sea. Breathing in... Breathing out. As it will continue to do.
I sat in the dusk, and another tear rolled down my cheek. I wasn't ready t
summer warmth Ah, the smell of the fresh cut grass, I inhale the first days of summer,summer warmth
As the sun beams gently into my room It warms the memories of past summers. I breathe it out, There is a release. Gone are the stiff shouldered days of winter. Everything is brighter, Every breeze more welcome. The birds are singing high up in their trees, Liberated They are singing to remind
my life is a soap opera
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be active with the activists, sleep with the sleepers while you're waiting for the great leap forward.
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im a happy bunny... really
very interesting....
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--Parole soltanto parole, parole tra noi.
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im a happy bunny... really
i love her french song taste you
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--Parole soltanto parole, parole tra noi.
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be active with the activists, sleep with the sleepers while you're waiting for the great leap forward.
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I love your comments and your textures
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be active with the activists, sleep with the sleepers while you're waiting for the great leap forward.
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