tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15765912655836081032024-09-13T14:48:24.032-07:00"Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away." (Archana Thapa)archanathapahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10820316166661021979noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1576591265583608103.post-86529205600768355292010-10-04T04:00:00.000-07:002010-10-04T04:00:57.058-07:00

Something I'm learning, something that I know is true. The only person responsible for your actions is you. What goes around, comes around, as you may have heard. You give and take, you receive what you deserve. As much as I may not want to admit, this mess that I'm in, I got myself into it. What I've done, I've done a couple of times. They say you live and learn, well why

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If I told you it was all meant to be, Would you believe me Would you agree It's almost that feeling that we met before So tell me that you don't think I'm crazy When I tell you love has come here and now A moment like this Some people wait a lifetime For a moment like this Some people search forever For that one special kiss Oh I can't believe it's happening to me Some people wait

archanathapahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10820316166661021979noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1576591265583608103.post-54222822012143251362009-12-11T03:32:00.001-08:002009-12-11T03:35:08.216-08:00

Everyone's life is a picture, Painted by only one person, Life itself. The picture shows everything you're doing, And everything you have done. But sometimes, Life gets tired. And doesn't want to paint a picture. So, Life sends problems to stop you, If you give up, your picture is finished. If you keep going, so does your picture. So the question is:: How soon do you

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what i won't let no one know I won't let any body know that behind my eyes a sad girl cries. I won't let any body know that I hurt so much inside. I won't let any body know that I'm not the average girl. I won't let any body know that I'm carrying the weight of the world. I won't let any body know that my HART aches with flaming pain. And I won't let any body know that my life is as dark

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I've given away my heart, So it could be torn into pieces. He left me with the feelings of betrayal and being forgotten. I'm so in love, yet so alone, with two years thrown away. Feeling his absense hurts the most. My constant urge to call is almost taking over, while on the other side, my cycle of feelings starts with rage. Slowly going into sadness, rage again, desperation, devastation

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WHEN the two sisters go to fetch water, they come to this spot and they smile.They must be aware of somebody who stands behind the trees whenever they go to fetch water.The two sisters whisper to each other when they pass this spot.They must have guessed the secret of that somebody who stands behind the trees whenever they go to fetch water.Their pitchers lurch suddenly, and water spills when

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THE tame bird was in a cage, the free bird was in the forest.They met when the time came, it was a decree of fate.The free bird cries, "O my love, let us fly to the wood."The cage bird whispers, "Come hither, let us both live in the cage."Says the free bird, "Among bars, where is there room to spread one's wings?""Alas," cries the caged bird, "I should not know where to sit perched in the sky."

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Sometimes people come into your life and you know right away that they were meant to be there, to serve some sort of purpose, teach you a lesson, or to help you figure out who you are or who you want to become.You never know who these people may be, your neighbor, your coworker, a long lost friend, or a complete stranger. When you lock eyes with them, you know at that very moment they will affect

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I am someoneI walked past a dead faceeven though the person was aliveI saw my eyes in the mirrorand cried at the sightI looked at a person I didn¹t knowand I met a friendI got heads to turnwhen I walked pastI learned a lot about myselfwhen I lost a new friendI cried every tear in my bodywhen I thought about loveI got hit badthen got back in the ringI climbed a mountain of rocksand saw an eagle

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There is a part of meThat feels I am different from everyone else.Something that I can't quite see,Something that I can't quite feel,Something so unreal.But this 'thing' is always there,This 'thing' with others, I will never share.So I push it to the back of my mind,All the thoughts of boys and clothesAnd make-up, it is hiding behind.Sometimes, when I have almost forgotten,It comes back with such

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I am ...A womanWith a full heart, hiddenSomewhere in an empty room ...With eyes not quite of autumn's gold, and yetNeither all of summer's green;I wonder ...If love is a tale made for children --A granting of sweet dreams in their innocence --A honey-coating to help their throatsChoke down the bitter draught ...I hear ...A voice that whispers warnings, half-formed,Bodiless as hope, until I swear

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