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Mariah (=
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Live;;Laugh;;Love.
Live To Love.
Love To Love.
I'm not happy with where I'm currently calling "home"
But I get over it.
I love to write, hasn't been working for me lately.
I want to improve my song writing.
Music is a huge part of my life.
add me (=
http://www.myspace.com/xxxnightmarezxxx
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-PLEASE READ THIS-

My name is Sarah.
I am but three,
My eyes are swollen.
I cannot see,
I must be stupid.
I must be bad,
What else could have made
my daddy so mad?
I wish I were better.
I wish I weren't ugly,
Then maybe my mommy would
still want to hug me.
I can't speak at all.
I can't do a wrong
Or else I'm locked up
all the day long
When I awake I'm all alone
the house is dark
My folks aren't home.
When my mommy does come
I'll try and be nice,
So maybe I'll get just
One whipping tonight!
Don't make a sound!
I just heard a car.
My daddy is back
From Charlie's Bar.
I hear him curse
My name he calls.
I press myself
Against the wall.
I try and hide
From his evil eyes.
I'm so afraid now
I'm starting to cry.
He finds me weeping
He shouts ugly words,
He says its my fault
That he suffers at work.
He slaps me and hits me
And yells at me more,
I finally get free
And I run for the door.
He's already locked it
And I start to bawl,
He takes me and throws me
Against the hard wall.
I fall to the floor
With my bones nearly broken,
And my daddy continues
With more bad words spoken.
"I'm sorry!", I scream
But its now much too late
His face has been twisted
Into unimaginable hate.
The hurt and the pain
Again and again.
Oh please God, have mercy!
Oh please let it end!
And he finally stops
And heads for the door,
While I lay there motionless
Sprawled on the floor.
My name is Sarah
And I am but three,
Tonight my daddy murdered me.

Paste this into your profile to help stop child abuse.


Once on a yellow pice of paper with green lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Chops"
because that was the name of his dog
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an 'A'
and a gold star
And his mother hung it on the kitchen door
and read it to his aunts
That was when Father Tracy
took all the kids to the zoo
And he let them sing on the bus
And his little sister was born
with tiny toenails and no hair
And his mother and father kissed a lot
And the girl around the corner sent him a
Valentine signed with a row of X's
and he had to ask his father what the Xs meant
And his father always tucked him in in bed at night
And was always there to do it

Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Autumn"
because that was teh name of the season
And that's what if was all about
And his teacher gave him an 'A'
and asked him to write more clearly
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because of it's new paint
And the kids told him
that Father Tracy smoked cigars
And left butts on the pews
And sometimes they would burn holes
That was the year his sister got glasses
with thick lenses and black frames
And the girl around the corner laughed
when he asked her to go see Santa Claus
And the kids told him why
his mother and father kissed a lot
And hist father never tucked him in bed at night
And his father got mad
when he cried for him to do it.

Once on a paper torn from his notebook
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Innocence: A Question"
because that was the question about his girl
And that's what it was all about
And his professor gave him an 'A'
and a strange steady look
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because he never showed her
That was the year Father Tracy died
And he forgot how the end
of the Apostle's Creed went
And he caught his sister
making out on the back porch
And his mother and father never kissed
or even talked
And the girl around the corner
wore too much makeup
That made him cough when he kissed her
but he kissed her anyway
because that was the thing to do
And at three A. M. he tucked himself into bed
his father snoring soundly

That's why on the back of a brown paper bag
he tried another poem
And he called it "Absolutely Nothing"
Because that's what it was really all about
And he gave himself an 'A'
and a slash on each damned wrist
And he hung it on the bathroom door
because this time he didn't think
he could reach the kitchen.


I'm EMO, so I MUST cut my wrists.
I'm BLACK, so I MUST carry a gun.
I'm HISPANIC, so I MUST be dirty.
I'm ASIAN, so I MUST be smart.
I'm JEWISH, so I MUST be greedy.
I'm GAY, so I MUST have AIDS.
I'm a LESBIAN, so I MUST have a sex-tape.
I'm ARAB, so I MUST be a terrorist.
I SPEAK MY MIND, so I MUST be a bunny
I'm OVERWEIGHT, so I MUST have a problem with self control
I'm RELIGIOUS, so I MUST shove my beliefs down your throat.
I'm an ATHEIST, so I MUST hate the world.
I DON'T HAVE A RELIGION, so I MUST not have morals.
I'm REPUBLICAN, so I MUST not care about poor people.
I'm DEMOCRAT, so I MUST not believe in being responsible.
I'm JAMICAN so I must smoke weed.
I am LIBERAL, so I MUST be gay.
I'm SOUTHERN, so I MUST be white trash.
I TAKE ANTI-DEPRESSANTS, so I MUST be crazy.
I'm a GUY, so I MUST only want to get into your pants.
I'm IRISH, so I MUST have a bad drinking problem.
I'm INDIAN, so I MUST own a convenient store.
I'm NATIVE AMERICAN, so I MUST dance around a fire screaming like a savage
I'm PREPPY, so I MUST shun those who don't wear Abercrombie & Hollister.
I'm a CHEERLEADER, so I MUST be a stuck up bunny.
I'm on a DANCE team, so I must be stupid, stuck up, and a bunny.
I wear skirts a lot, so I MUST be a bunny.
I'm a PUNK, so I MUST do drugs.
I'm YOUNG, so I MUST be naive.
I'm RICH, so I MUST be a conceited snob.
I WEAR BLACK, so I MUST be a goth.
I'm BLONDE, so I MUST be a stupid ditz.
I'm a WHITE GIRL, so I MUST be a nagging, steal-your-money kind of girlfriend.
I'm CUBAN, so I MUST spend my spare time rolling cigars.
I'm MEXICAN, so I MUST have hopped the border.
I'm NOT A VIRGIN, so I MUST be easy.
I FELL IN LOVE WITH A MARRIED MAN, so I MUST be a home-wrecking bunny.
I'm a TEENAGE MOM, so I MUST be an irresponsible bunny.
I'm POLISH, so I MUST wear my socks with my sandals.
I'm ITALIAN, so I must have a big peter.
I GOT A CAR FOR MY BIRTHDAY, so I MUST be a spoiled brat.
I'm PRETTY, so I MUST not be a virgin.
I HAVE STRAIGHT A'S, so I MUST have no social life
I DYE MY HAIR CRAZY COLORS, so I MUST be looking for attention.
I DRESS IN UNUSUAL WAYS so I MUST be looking for attention.
I'm INTO THEATER ART, so I MUST be a homosexual.
I'm a VEGETARIAN, so I MUST be a crazy political activist.
I HAVE A BUNCH OF GUY FRIENDS, so I MUST be bunny them all.
I HAVE A BUNCH OF GIRLS WHO ARE FRIENDS, so I MUST be gay.
I HAVE BIG BOOBS, so I MUST be a bunny.
I'm COLOMBIAN, so I MUST be a drug dealer.
I WEAR WHAT I WANT, so I MUST be a poser.
I'm RUSSIAN, so I MUST be cool.
I'm GERMAN, so I MUST be a Nazi.
I hang out with GAYS, so I MUST be GAY TOO
I'm BRAZILIAN, so I MUST have a BIG BUTT.
I'm PUERTO RICAN, so I MUST look good and be conceited.
I'm SALVADORIAN, so I MUST be in MS 13.
I'm POLISH, so I MUST be greedy.
I'm HAWAIIAN, so I MUST be lazy.
I'm a STONER, so I MUST be going in the wrong direction.
I'm a VIRGIN, so I MUST be a prude.
I'm a FEMALE GAMER, so I MUST be ugly or crazy.
I'm BLACK, so I MUST love watermelon and fried chicken.
I'm BI, so I MUST think every person I see is hot.
I'm ASIAN, so I MUST have a small penis.
I'm a GUY CHEERLEADER, so I MUST be gay.
I'm SKINNY, so I MUST be anorexic.
I'm PREP, so I MUST be rich.
I don't FLIRT WITH GUYS AT SCHOOL ao I MUST be gay.
I dont like the SUN so I MUST be albino.
I have a lot of FRIENDS, so I MUST love to drink and party.
I wear tight PANTS and I'm a guy, so I MUST be emo.
I wear BOY'S CLOTHES so I MUST be a lesbian.
I'm POSTING THIS so I MUST be a groupie.

~*Post this in your profile if you think stereotyping is just plain wrong*~
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I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.



I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.



I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.



We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.



I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.



I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.



I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.



I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.



We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.



I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.



I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.



I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.



I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.



I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.



I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.



I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.



I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didn’t have to always deal with society hating me.



I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.



I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.



Repost this in your jounal if you believe homophobia is wrong.



only we can stop the violence, the prejudice, the insecurity, and most importantly, we are the only ones to blame. we have let these things go too far. change a person's life. try accepting them, rather than making them feel as though they were nothing, just because they are different. you can be the change, but only if you are willing to change yourself. take a chance, and be the person we all aspire to be.


*A girl and guy were speeding, on a motorcycle, over 90 mph on the road..
Girl: Slow down. I’m scared.
Guy: No, this is fun.
Girl: No, it’s not. Please, it’s too scary!
Guy: Then tell me you love me.
Girl: Fine, I love you. Slow down!
Guy: Now give me a BIG hug.
*Girl hugs him*
Guy: Can you take my helmet off & put it on yourself? It’s bugging me.
(In the paper the next day)
A motorcycle crashed into a building because of break failure. Two people were on it, but only one survived. The truth was that halfway down the road, the guy realized that his breaks broke, but he didn’t want to let the girl know. Instead, he had her say she loved him & felt her hug one last time, then had her wear his helmet so that she would live even though it meant that he would die.
If you would ever do this for someone....then post this on your page asap!!

Girl: I'm always here for you
Boy: I know
Girl: What's wrong?
Boy: I like her so much
Girl: Talk to her
Boy: I don't know. She won't ever like me
Girl: Don't say that. You're amazing.
Boy: I just want her to know how I feel.
Girl: Then tell her.
Boy: She won't like me
Girl: How do you know that?
Boy: I can just tell
Girl: Well just tell her.
Boy: What should I say
Girl: Tell her how much you like her
Boy: I tell her that daily
Girl: what do you mean?
Boy: I'm always with her. I love her.
Girl: I know how you feel. I have the same problem. But he'll never like me
Boy: Wait. Who do you like?
Girl: Oh some boy
Boy: Oh... she won't like me either.
Girl: She does
Boy: How do you know..
Girl: Because, who wouldn't like you?
Boy: You
Girl: You're wrong, I love you.
Boy: I love you too.
Girl: So are you going to talk to her?
Boy: I just did.

FRIENDS: FAKE OR REAL????

FAKE FRIENDS: try to make you do sumthing you don't want to
REAL FRIENDS: are the reason you don't have regrets
FAKE FRIENDS: call your parents Mr./Mrs.
REAL FRIENDS: call your parents DAD/MOM
FAKE FRIENDS: would sit next to you saying "Damn.... we f**ked up... but that s**t was fun!"
REAL FRIENDS: bail you out of jail and tell you what you did was wrong
FAKE FRIENDS: never ask for food
REAL FRIENDS: are the reasons you never have food
FAKE FRIENDS: borrow your stuff for a few days then give it back
REAL FRIENDS: keep you stuff so long they forget it's yours
FAKE FRIENDS: know a few things about you
REAL FRIENDS: could write a book about you with direct quotes from you
FAKE FRIENDS: will leave you behind if that is what the crowd is doing
REAL FRIENDS: will kick the whole crowds a$$ that left you
FAKE FRIENDS: would knock on your front door
REAL FRIENDS: walk right in and say "I'M HOME!!"
FAKE FRIENDS: are for awhile
REAL FRIENDS: are for life
FAKE FRIENDS: will look at you stumbling all over the place and say "B***h drink the rest of that you know we don't wate s**t
REAL FRIENDS: will take your drink away when they think you've had enough
FAKE FRIENDS: will talk s**t to the person who talks s**it about you
REAL FRIENDS: will knock them out
FAKE FRIENDS: would ignore this
REAL FRIENDS: will send this to all their real friends and hope to get it back

Austin: Hello is Lynn there?

Mom: Sure. Hold on.

Lynn: Hello?

Austin: Hey. it's Austin. how was your day?

Lynn: It was fine, how was yours?

Austin: It was ok.

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~akward silence~
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Austin: Sooooo......

Lynn: Sooooo.....

Austin: You doin anything tomorrow?

Lynn: Nope, why?

Austin: Uhh, umm, maybe, uhh, I dont know, we
can, hang out or somethin?

Lynn: Umm sure when?

Austin: *big smile* Great! uhh, how about around
6:00pm or something?

Lynn: Alright! I'll meet you over at the park then...

Austin: Ok then.

Lynn: Well I gotta go, but I'll see you tomorrow?!

Austin: Ok, see u then....

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-----next day------
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*** Lynn walks over to the park and see's Austin
sitting on a bench waiting for her***


Lynn: Hey, whats up?

Austin: Uhh nothin, I'm happy too see you.

Lynn: *smiles* Me too.

Austin: Alright, how about we go take a walk?...

Lynn: Okay.

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***As they walk she grabs ahold of his hand, Austin
*smiles* as they walk through the park.***

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----starts getting dark----
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Lynn: Brrr, it's getting a little cold out.

Austin: Wanna go sit on the grass under a tree?

Lynn: Sure.

Austin and Lynn: *takes a seat near a tree while Austin holds Lynn in his arms keeping her warm *

Lynn : Thank you, I feel much better now.

Austin: Me too.

Lynn: *giggles* Why is that?

Austin: Cause I'm with you...

Lynn: I'm happy with you too...

Austin: Uhh, umm, ...nevermind...

Lynn: No, what is it, you can tell me...

Austin: It's just....

Lynn: Yea???

Austin: I feel different when I'm with you.

Lynn: What do you mean?

Austin: I mean, you make me wanna be with you
for the rest of my life, I've never had anyone make me
feel the way you make me feel...

Lynn: *blushes* I feel like that too...

Austin: I...I...lov.....


Lynn: *leans over and kisses him*

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-a few moments into kiss-
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Austin: Uhh...*blushes*

Lynn: I love you...

Austin: I love you too and I always will.

Austin: *holds Lynn as they look up at the stars*

** Austin and Lynn fall asleep under the stars **

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10 YEARS LATER

Lynn: WORKING AS A MAGAZINE EDITOR, 24 YEARS OLD


Austin: WORKING AS A MEDICAL DOCTOR, 25 YEARS OLD

The two dated up until prom night where Austin
asked Lynn too be his wife.....

Lynn Straube is probley one of the happiest women
on earth, Austin is probably the luckiest man....



♥Repost if you just want to find that right person
too fall in love with.....or u already have ♥



Whoever ruins this
will be single
for the next 33 years.....


If you repost this in the next minute of reading,
the one that truely loves you will call______________________________________________________

Its funny how fake a smile can be...
And no one knows the pain that lies beneath it.



I wanna be the girl he's scared to lose,
Where he cant walk away from,
Knowing she's mad at him,
The one who cant fall asleep without being the last one he hears,
The one he cant live without.



Behind every smile is a hurting heart,
Behind every laugh Im falling apart,
Look closely and you will see,
The girl I am...isn't me.


Sometimes people put up walls...
Not to keep people out...
But to see who cares enough to tear them down.
(friends only)



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