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Name: Skye
Gender: Girl
Age: 15
Birthday: 3/15/90
Location: Smalltown Hell
Ethnicity: Skinny White Girl
Likes: Loser music, her inner prep, the Macarana insanity, being interesting
Dislikes: Stupid people, boring things, Severus Snape.
Aim: BeautifulManiac7
Email: Quizzler25@yahoo.com

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Useless words, full of empty meanings and poisoned promises. None of this is true, but none of it is a lie. It's just...mine.

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Titled: Apprehension
Created By: X_angawhomps for CB
Programs Used: Adobe Photoshop CS, Adobe ImageReady CS, Microsoft FrontPage 2002
Credits: Image from Aethereality
Friday, December 30, 2005
There are people in the world I just want to hold. Hold tightly, until I can cry and they can cry. Even wtihout crying, I just want to cling to them so badly, or have them clinging to me. I want to be held. I want my dream to come true. The one I have so often. Not the kissing part, or even the running. But the part where I collapse into his arms. Safe. Sobbing. Not alone. I want someone to hold me.

I feel a lot like crying lately. I'm such an emo kid. Really, it's pathetic.

I have new clothes though. They make me happy. Though they are mostly black. A skirt. A beautiful skirt. Makes me feel kind of little kiddish. As do the boots. I may have to experiment with pigtails.

Called Mari, though I said I wouldn't.

3638 Days, 10 hours, 56 minutes, and 29 seconds till our deal is off.


Love,
Sarah
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