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My name is Samantha. Call me Sam I live in San Antonio, Texas and I love it. I'm fifteen years old. I'm no where near perfect, but then again, neither are you. I'm not one to judge you or the way you live your life, so it's only courteous if you return the favor. I love feeling alive. Being alive is one thing, FEELING alive is another.


Here is my favorite quote:

"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine as children do. It's not just in some of us; it is in everyone. And as we let our own lights shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others."


When you have nothing to live for is when you've already died.-me.

-------------------Girls-----------------------
--------------are like apples----------------
---------on trees. The best ones-----------
--------are at the top of the tree.----------
------The boys dont want to reach--------
----for the good ones because they-------
--are afraid of falling and getting hurt.----
-Instead, they just get the rotten apples--
---from the ground that aren't as good, --
-but easy. So the apples at the top think-
-something is wrong with them, when in--
----reality, they're amazing. They just----
-----have to wait for the right boy to------
-------come along, the one who's---------
--------------brave enough to---------------
------------------climb all-------------------
------------------ the way-------------------
------------------to the top------------------
-----------------of the tree.---------------


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True poets don't write
their thoughts with a pen...
they release the ink that flows
from within their heart.
~ by Anonymous ~




My Poetry

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    so far from you. The sound of you playing your guitar lulls me to
    28 lines, November 8
  • I kiss you deeper and deeper each time I press
    my lips against yours. You push one hand
    17 lines, 1 comment, October 21
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Guest Book

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  • artsyfart13 : Quotes on January 5
    i love all your quotes!
  • csmmoms2 : Sam on September 6, 2008
    Thankyou for your very nice comments on "Slow dance". A very interesting page, intense. I'll have to read more.

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