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A time for every purpose under Heaven,. A time to be born, and a time to die,. A time to plant, and a time to pluck that which was planted. A time to tear, and a time to sew,. A time to keep silence, and a time to speak. The date was October 3rd 2003. That was all I remembered. Everything written from this point is as I was told.

These words shall be my legacy. I used to be a rapper. I used to be a dancer. I used to read a lot. I used to have friends visit me at home. I used to be more social. I used to write poetry. I used to be a sculptor. I used to draw regularly. I used to make music. These are words I hope to never say. I used to make photographs.

I got lost people, i fucking got lost. I mean, i could die right now and how would they bury me? With unruly vag hair? I mean sharp enou.

Stories, stories and more stories. They dance around coquettishly,. I do not own them. I cannot catch them,. And pin them to paper. 8221; She wished that she could also apologize for cheating with his friend. But it was so long ago, and he would only tell her that she was forgiven.

A lot of times, I want to rant and then I end up just cooling off and not having enough rant to type up a post.

The vuvuzela of a slightly stable Nigerian female. On the 25th of December, you sat on my bed, we ate, you took movies and we made plans for the 31st. The universe sure deals us shockers. But really, how controlled can one get? I fee.

This post was actually motivated by a video clip of a group called Revived Dance Group I saw yesterday. I was so thrilled by this group that my eyes glistened with tears of excitement and wonder. These children were practically twirling their body as though they were no bones in them and when I tried one of their many steps I had to advise myself against going further. Tuesday, 11 August 2015. Amazing Facts about the Human Body. Friday, 7 August 2015.