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Name: Sara Location: California, United States Birthday: 10/25/1987 Gender: Female
Interests: Loving God, Snowboarding, dancing, reading, writing, discussing and theorizing on all aspects of life, playing music, loving people, hanging out in the park, enjoying a cup of coffee or tea, surprising my friends with gifts for no particular reason. Expertise: Jack of all trades, Master of none Occupation: Student
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Member Since:
12/25/2003
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| I know I haven't written on this site in months...and to be honest, I probably won't write on here much at all anymore...I share a love hate relationship with memories and dreams can be amazingly influential. So, blame my dreams if you will, but don't look for me here. Farewell. | | |
| The Divine Romance If Hope Dies The Agony Scene Fear Before the March of Flames ZAO
Insane and beautiful! So far the best concert I've been to! | | |
| - I'm just a visitor here, I am not permanent...
New Years Eve....and where was I? Alone at the top of a hill overlooking a small mountain town. At my back was a dark house on a hill....I'd been here before...last new years party with terah. We'd gotten bored and took a walk, coming to the same pinnacle were I stood now, we saw this house all lit up with some kind of sophisticated party going on inside. We'd crawled up the hill to spy, only to be scared off by some gentlemen coming out to the porch to smoke a cigar..........one year later, here I stand alone, staring at that dark desolate house with a cigar in my hand....Things have changed and will only continue to change....this isnt my home....I just feel like a visitor to this place. I can feel myself becoming more disconnected and disenchanted with everything and everyone. It scares me........the future scares me.....I think my heart is subconsciously programmed to not get attached...........why else would I be feeling this way? I once again feel that I could pick up and move away and not care. I feel bad for saying that, because I do love all my friends here, but I feel so estranged from everyone. | | |
| My Cinderella Story is the fairy tale from hell You were the one that wanted me, I was the one who dared To take a chance and fall for you, Who knew you couldnt catch? You wouldnt leave your world, you wouldnt take a risk, I did, and then you laughed as I fell and broke in two.
Come watch my fairy tale unfold, Where witches burn the lovers sold. Come play with fire and watch me fight And struggle and I die tonight.
We met, you said "True love, first sight" You left when you found out my plight. I wasn't perfect, I wasn't you. I was different, I intrigued you, but that was all. Bright fire I was to your senses, Something pretty to play with, too dangerous to touch, Exceptions made for weapons, exceptions you chose to wield, And now I lie here bleeding, The party died, you snuffed the candle out...
Come watch my fairy tale unfold Where witches burn my love unsold Come play with fire and watch me fight And struggle as I die tonight...
Goodbye sweet world, enjoy the cold, Rest well with your mistakes...
~Sara~
quick disclaimer... that doesnt have anything to do with anyone I know...so please dont ask... | | |
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