| A poem dedicated to my father whom I love and miss so much! R.I.P. Daddy November 4, 1967 - March 19, 2001 |
| A poem dedicated to my father whom I love and miss so much! R.I.P. Daddy November 4, 1967 - March 19, 2001 |


Contest 2-Outcasts-Royal Pain Ghost sat in the middle of her bed, pen scratching at the tattered notebook in her lap. The notebook was the only possession she really cherished. It had been her friend for many years . . . even before meeting Shadow and Andy, and she hardly ever let the inanimate object out of her sight. Ghost couldnt help but smile remembering at how often Andy teased her about that small little item being attached to her at the fingertips. Perhaps he was right.Contest 2-Outcasts-Royal Pain
From outside, she could hear footsteps and Andys voice. It sounded to her as though he were leading Acople to the guest chambers for the


Blue EyesBlue eyes resonate in my mind Their soft and gentle luster Warming up the coldness Residing in my blackened heart.Blue Eyes
The numbness has taken hold Of my entire being has Refused to release its hostage Keeping me locked in the façade.
Life is nothing more than an act Its all just make believe


Fading AwayPerhaps, if for one more day, I shall hold onto the hope I once had.Fading Away
Perhaps, if for one more day, I will allow myself to forgot all that’s been done.
I will continue to struggle against all that I can.
I will continue to try to forget all the pain you’ve caused.
Tomorrow is a long time coming, but it will come.
Just as the sun eventually rises, one day I will rise from among these ashes.
If, for one more day, I can keep myself from fading away.

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~Expecting a carjacker or rapist or drug pusher to care that his possession or use of a gun is unlawful is like expecting a terrorist to care that his car bomb is taking up two parking spaces.
If you don't stand behind our soldiers stand in front of them
Cold feet are horrid. I always have cold feet. Even when its 90 out I have cold feet...except right now.
Gah! My internets hate me...
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~Expecting a carjacker or rapist or drug pusher to care that his possession or use of a gun is unlawful is like expecting a terrorist to care that his car bomb is taking up two parking spaces.
If you don't stand behind our soldiers stand in front of them
...Interesting. Strange. Don't have cold feet on your wedding day, missie. Keh.
Well uh my internets hated me this morn too. I played Sims, built a giant house, created a lone man named Hiroki Ishiyama (hmm) and...built a house for Milly and Tamiya to live in because I'm childishly interested in having Milly move in with Hiroki at some point. Thank you, you've gotten me rambling.
Hmmm. Hiroki has fine stubble. Very fine.
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I WANT TO WRITE SOMETHING WITTY!
...poop!
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I'm Mihiramon in DA's Digimon Crew!
lol...I don't think that'll be a problem.
Milly and Hiroki. Hehe...
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~Expecting a carjacker or rapist or drug pusher to care that his possession or use of a gun is unlawful is like expecting a terrorist to care that his car bomb is taking up two parking spaces.
If you don't stand behind our soldiers stand in front of them
8D Yaaay! Marriage is happy. My mother was talking about giving birth over the phone two days ago. Now that was disturbing. I mean yes I'll go through it but as of now, hello, fifteen. And quite immature now that I think of it, mrrr.
It's so adorable how Hiroki's knees just BUCKLE whenever he sees her. The poor kid.
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I WANT TO WRITE SOMETHING WITTY!
...poop!
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I'm Mihiramon in DA's Digimon Crew!
No babies for Tora! Shoot, no babies for Quin and I'm like 7 years older
Yes, yes it is.
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~Expecting a carjacker or rapist or drug pusher to care that his possession or use of a gun is unlawful is like expecting a terrorist to care that his car bomb is taking up two parking spaces.
If you don't stand behind our soldiers stand in front of them
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