Isaiah 43:2
When you pass through the waters,
I will be with you;
and when you pass through the rivers,
they will not sweep over you.
When you walk through the fire,
you will not be burned;
the flames will not set you ablaze.
Sometimes, it seems time seems to pass by so fast. It's not that it scares me, just that I'm entering high school and it just seems like I barely started school at all. And after high school, the world...and the world is already starting to scare me. Yet, I know I can't stay in Baker County, and I refuse to. Somewhere beyond the horizon, there's a place with street lights that shine brighter, where hope and dreams can flourish, and all I gotta do is chase after that place.
Not that I believe in a place like that, you understand. I know there's no place on earth like that. Every street light is the same, and every street light will one day grow dim and die out.
Romans 8:38-39
For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.
When you pass through the waters,
I will be with you;
and when you pass through the rivers,
they will not sweep over you.
When you walk through the fire,
you will not be burned;
the flames will not set you ablaze.
Sometimes, it seems time seems to pass by so fast. It's not that it scares me, just that I'm entering high school and it just seems like I barely started school at all. And after high school, the world...and the world is already starting to scare me. Yet, I know I can't stay in Baker County, and I refuse to. Somewhere beyond the horizon, there's a place with street lights that shine brighter, where hope and dreams can flourish, and all I gotta do is chase after that place.
Not that I believe in a place like that, you understand. I know there's no place on earth like that. Every street light is the same, and every street light will one day grow dim and die out.
Romans 8:38-39
For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.
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I am a breath, held in until the lungs burn
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The line of black umbrellas, a funeral procession of tight lips, of clicking heels against62 lines, 2 comments, October 14, 2007
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Write a letter as I rock out to the mixed tape-
each love song stilted and jaded,19 lines, 2 comments, September 27, 2007
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After an hour of sitting there staring blankly at the patterns on the wooden table in front of him, Joe finally looked up. The coffee in the mug at his elbow had grown cold but he drunk it anyway, barely tasting the now-flavo587 lines, June 25, 2007. In <600 words
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I saw it first as a reflection in your eyes. A quaint little fence, the white paint still fresh. We could smell it from where we were beside the empty street, and I don't think we'd ever smelled anything as good as that in ou
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I am a ghost. I am a stranger in a world where people are breathing, where hearts are still beating. I am an onlooker, a witness to the unraveling of many threads of life. There is a path between the world of the living and t632 lines, 1 comment, May 26, 2007. In 600-2000 words
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TornInHalf on March 29hey, i havent spken to you in a while now, hope everything alright?
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LetSetGetGo : allo on May 9, 2007Hey dearie tell me when your bday's comin up so I can congratulate you!
Mine's May 15th so very soon will I officially be 16 yaaay I can kindof drive...sortof....lol
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