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I can't honestly say I've ever liked her all that much, though I do admit to admiring her in almost every aspect, she is strong in her own way, self ..
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Cars zipped by the small, old, broken house as a little girl with long, dark,curly brown hair swung slowly on an old wooden-framed swing set. She had..
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Outside the window, Rosalie could hear the wind howling its lullaby, throwing the rain against her window as if it were mocking her. These are the te..
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Through the darkness of the large room I see a little girl, dressed in an old fashioned nightgown, staring out at the foggy night through her very lar..
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The sun shined a brilliant orange through Rosalie’s uncovered bedroom window and her eyes flickered drowsily open. As she sat up her eyes water..
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The bus rounded the corner, the sound of it slicing through the cold, silent Washington morning. Michael couldn’t help but smile a bit, the tho..
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Rosalie is a bit dark and shy, and dresses old fashioned, with a touch of modern style. She is quiet and smart and pretty, but maybe that's something ..
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This is how I see me, how I see my life.
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Love is pain
Pain is love
You cannot love someone without hating them
Just saying "I love you" means vertually nothing
To love is not to trust
To..
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The wind whispers its secrets in the cold winter night
Telling us all things we don't care to hear
A different peice of knowledge for every single p..
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