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i wonder... if i were forever trapped in my silence would i suffer or would i be drenched in solace forever wondering why i took free speach for ..

i am a designer a looker a maker i am someone who thinks of something, and seconds later it is on a sheet of paper floating down a fast pace l..

a demolition site just like my life just like my love just like my room inwich we shared eachothers warmth how could you just walk away how co..

this is a kind of writting that i have not done in a while. it is a little more illusive than most of my other owrk.

if i could talk to god i'd ask him why i do so much so little how i know so much and reap so little why when i go to sleep i cry at night &quo..

I wish when i walked in a room, or down the street men would look and smile thinking"what i bautiful woman" instead of turning away thi..

i thought i had gotten there the pinacle of perfection the best i could be then it hit me how can i be the best i can be when i look like this a..

maybe i'm ment to be alone maybe i'm ment to be left here sitting in puddles of tears unshown maybe i'm ment to be desired but unlove maybe i'm m..

in the beginning... there was you, and there was me laughs and tears joyous times sprinkled with hidden fears i hid away, the secrets i held to ..

i sit here, alone with no rhythm, no tone i watched you cry, in front of me ..