I’ve been writing a personal weblog since 1998 but yet I settle down most of it. It’s weird to go back and read some of the posts but sometimes funny, can't imagine I wrote them all. I've been changing blog name 100x haha. Created 6 new blogs but the time has come for me to put it aside for the time being. I forgot the password some of them haha (amnesyada). I have lots of blogs aside from this but this will gonna be my personal one as of now:).. ENJOY!!
No one looks The way I do. I have noticed That it's true. No one walks the way I walk. No one talks the way I talk. No one plays the way I play. No one says the things I say. I am special. I am me. There's no one else I'd rather be!
sNaP
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- the author -
All of her days have gone soft and cloudy
All of her dreams have gone dry
All of her nights have gone sad and shady
She's getting ready to fly
Life in the city can make her crazy
For sounds of the sand and the sea
Life in a high rise can make her hungry
For things that she can't even see
There's nowhere to go and there's nowhere
That she'd rather be
She's looking for signs of the spring
She listens for laughter and sounds of dancing
She listens for any old things