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sandwalking along the beach, barefoot, with the breeze in my hair,sand
the sand is warm on my feet.
when the wind blows
the sand stings your legs but the air smells of ocean
kids build castles on their parents vacation look out! a sand ball
sitting on the beach, barefoot with the wind whipping around me i have sand in my shorts.
by ~dingobear2002
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Torn Up..Torn up inside and really laid back, I want to be free, I try to see me, I see another reflection.. I cry every night and practically I cry away my life.. My life seems hopeless and torn up.. I cry because I feel like I am in prison.. I cry because I want to die.. I cry because life hates me and it's hitting me hard.. I can't go throught the edge, I am in the dark alley.. I am alone and nothing matters.. I want it all to stop, please stop and let go off me*()*^Torn Up..
by ~TornUpAngel
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- Current Residence: the boonies, ky
- Interests: everything
- Favourite movie: monty python and the holy grail and kool hand luke
- Favourite band or musician: staind
- Favourite genre of music: rock
- Favourite artist: garfunkel
- Favourite poet or writer: the dude from nantucket
- Favourite photographer: me
- Favourite style of art: mine
- Operating System: hunk-a-junk
- MP3 player of choice: ipod
- Shell of choice: konk and turtle, mm soup bowl
- Wallpaper of choice: cave drawings
- Skin of choice: human because i am not a skinner...
- Favourite game: ratchet and clank
- Favourite gaming platform: playstation 2
- Favourite cartoon character: tom and jerry
- Personal Quote: TO THE SCALES!!!
- Tools of the Trade: coconuts, and side-saddle stomping
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Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
All things grow old
Some even rust
But I'll carry on
Through the ash and the dust
Leave behind my strife
Do whatever I must
Because I'm driven further to find
Who I am and who I left behind
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