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...I have visited again [10 May 2004|08:48am] [ mood | cranky ] … I have visited again The acres of land where I have spent ten Long, unforgettable weeks. One whole year has passed. However, I am here again, the memories Dancing to greet me and play with me, And it seems like I have never left These dirt and paved paths. Here are the cabins, cheerfully Fixed and painted, where I slept each night. The beds rusty, whining and sinking under my weight. The walls covered in colorful names and outrageous Drawings. The wood smelling of many years passed. Dust covers the tiny window ledges and Lives in little colonies in the corners of the room. On the field Where thousands of feet have trampled the grass, Hundreds of games were played, and Laughter has echoed and flown into the wind. Rain has washed away gallons of shaving cream, ketchup, and toothpaste. I stand on the edge, swallowing the past, present and future. The worn down diamonds, used for kickball tournaments, Stand on each side of me, beckoning me to come visit them. The volleyball courts are at attention behind me, The nets waving their goodbyes sorrowfully. But may my children and my children’s children hear Your triumphant greetings when, upon arriving From their little town, and full of Amusing ideas, they pass you at twilight, And thinks perhaps of me… (Style of Alexander Pushkin's "...I have visted again") you wanna dance?.

[03 May 2004|08:18am] [ mood | tired ] Catch a falling star and put in your pocket, Never let it fade away. You, sir, are my falling star. You, sir, are mine. My falling star to catch. My falling star. You, sir, cannot fade away. For you, sir, are in my pocket. I put you in my pocket to stay. I have caught you. My falling star. In my pocket, sir. Never fading away. You, sir, must now catch me. Am I not your falling star? I may have you, But you, sir, do not have me. If you are not careful, I will fade away. Forver. So catch me. Put me in your pocket. Never let me go. I'll be your falling star, sir. you wanna dance?.

Why should angels cry for me? [28 Apr 2004|06:23am] [ mood | groggy ] Why should angels cry for me? Is it because I have no good reason to cry myself? Sure, I've lost all I had, But I am still staying strong. Sure, I've lost all my love, But I am still holding on. On the outside, everything is normal. A smile on my face, like it's supposed to be. On the inside, a constant struggle. Yearning for a life that was and never will be. Why should angels cry for me? Because I am not crying for myself. you wanna dance?.

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