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Friday, August 25, 2006

Behind the hazel eyes
by kelly clarkson

Seems like just yesterday
*You were a part of me
I used to stand so tall
I used to be so strong
*Your arms around me tight
Everything, it felt so right
Unbreakable, like nothin' could go wrong
Now I can't breathe
No, I can't sleep
I'm barely hanging on

Here I am, once again
I'm torn into pieces
Can't deny it, can't pretend
Just thought *you were the one
Broken up, deep inside
But *you won't get to see the tears I cry

I told *you everything
Opened up and let *you in
*You made me feel alright
For once in my life
Now all that's left of me
Is what I pretend to be
So together, but so broken up inside
Cause I can't breathe

Swallow me then spit me out
For hating *you, I blame myself
Seeing you it kills me now
No, I don't cry on the outside
Anymore.


to my one and only:


i wish *you could see what *you do to me.
those nights when i earn for *your touch,
for comfort to let me know i am safe from harm,
i miss them.

now *you seem so distant,
i can only sense *your presence in my heart.

have i changed?
am i asking too much?

just to be loved,
just asked to be held in *your arms is all i ask for.
just to see *you even for the littlest of time,
just to see *you,
that is enough to make me smile.

what are the measures I have to go to,
to show my true affection to *you.?
are *you so afraid of commitment.?
*you seem to run away when i need *you the most,
it is just not meant to be.

i am tired, weary and gotten old
trying to make *you understand,
should I just give up?

but its not true that i do not love *you any less,
oh i do,
so much but what is the point when all my love goes untouched,
never felt by the one i give it up to.

Unappreciated,
that is how i feel.

*baby,
show me *you love me?

thanks colt for writing out my feelings inside.
love u gal.!


1:58 AM; be my KING Y
always

the GIRL

wants to be called as cynthia. her first cry was on the 110888. currently studying at NYP, a NURSE to be. now she is TAKEN by HIM. and yes, finally, she is with a GUY now (:



LOVES & HATES

she really LOVES sleep, music, freedom, HUGS, liquor, clubbing, DARLINGS gang, all the swt time she had with *HIM, all the things *HE had done for her & obviously H.I.M !

she really HATES chocolate, ice-cream, hurts, words that doesnt mean anything, empty promises, tears, stress, pressure, irritatation, FATS.





PLEASE

yes, please grant her with:

adidas jacket
Head tennis racket
billabong wallet
newurbanmale sandals
bikini
puma/nike/adidas bags
more skirts
more tops
new handphone
much fats off her body
been loved dearly by *HIM (:
spend almost 24/7 with *HIM
tanned skin
more time to enjoy
graduate from NYP asap
MONEY








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