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[Feb. 7th, 2007|12:03 pm] |
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Breaking up and staying friends. Either you still love each other, or never really did. Pain, hurt, but we live. Move on, go on...walk the road and join the race to the end. |
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[Dec. 6th, 2006|12:59 am] |
Life is chaos. Life is brilliance. Life is harsh. Life is random. Life is passion. Life is terror. Life is friendship. Life is hardship. Live is karma. Live is laughter. Life is tears. Life is.
Life is there.
Live it.
Live for friends. Live for family.
Live.
RIP
Caitlin
1989-2006 |
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[Oct. 1st, 2006|07:59 pm] |
Without even thinking, sometimes we can just crush people's spirits with mere words. It's a cycle, like the rain. The rain that pours catharsis upon us. The cycle that tears into our hearts, leaving some broken like glass; and with every insult, hatred, or discrimination passed, the fragile hearts shall crack or shatter. But like the rain, it's what we need.
Through weakening, we become stronger. |
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[Sep. 25th, 2006|05:41 pm] |
In every passing moment we lose a part of ourself - and never knowing whether that which is lost is for better or worse, we continue on, without hesitation. For hesitation brings upon a chance for heart and mind to wage war, a war which ensues destruction & despair. A war that takes you hostage, and though the proper thoughts should be collected, the war does not give reason. So burning thoughts ignored become buried deeper and deeper under the burnt out ashes and forgotten.
And sometimes we just laugh things away. Piercing laughter, chirping laughter, like birds. And we fly. Unaffected by gravity which binds us like slaves. |
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