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Maybe i should change this to something nicer -thinks- yea i think i will. so how is everyone good-good. well look if ure still here on myo then i love ya, add me and ill add u bai
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Wednesday, July 27, 2011
Do you?- LeA 7/26/11
A teenage boy and single mom.
She used to be so much fun.
Til his father left them there.
Now shes working all the time.
And they still don’t have a dime.
And she doesn’t hide her stress.
Says everyone is useless.
Wounded, he asks her:
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Do you still love me?
Do you still want to be near me?
Are you still hopeful I can change?
I cant promise, but I promise.
I will try to change.
But I need to know.
Do you still love me?
It’d been 3 years they’ve been married now.
But the bills, the cars, their little child.
Weighed heavy on his mind.
He started staying out too long.
Getting drunk and comin’ home.
Until one day he woke up and she was gone.
Knowing what he’d done, he called her on the phone,
And asked:
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Now I stand before God.
Knowing that I’ve sinned.
Not just once but over and over again.
I’ve read His word.
I know- He is Love.
But my insecurities, get the best of me,
And I have to ask:
Do you still love me?
Do you still want to be near me?
Are you still hoping one day I will change?
I know my promise, is not a promise,
Until I truly try to change.
But I need to know.
Oh I need to know,
Do you still love me?
Do you still love me?
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Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Its just me complaining about how this site now sucks and how no one will probably read this.
Also, I wanted to tell you that I have a fanfiction.net site, and that I would love if you checked out my stuff. I dont think I'm that great but a select few seem to think differently. Anyway if you want to check out my stuff, just go to fanfiction.net and search for the username kyokrazyotaku - thats the only name i could think of but I honored theotaku with it(lol)! ^_^
Anyway thanks for anyone who is reading this- IM OUT!
~Rito-Chan~
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Thursday, November 12, 2009
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(> <)This is Bunny. Copy and paste Bunny into your profile to help him with world domination.
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You're a Gorilla!
Highly social and group-oriented, you like hanging out with the same
people constantly. You have either black or gray hair and spend a good deal of time
grooming it or getting others to groom it for you. Sleep is a big part of your daily
routine and you like to either make very loud noise or no noise at all. You have
more skills with language than most, however. One of your absolute favorite drinks
is hot cocoa.
Take the Animal Quiz
at the Blue Pyramid.
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Wednesday, August 12, 2009
i miss everyone on here
i hate the stupid ppl that changed myo. it used to be something fun but now, u cant talk to anyone through pm's anymore so no one wants to get on here. it makes me so mad and sad at the same time. i had some really good friends on here...
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Sunday, June 28, 2009
pickles for pudding
You know that little kid that goes for a walk with their dad? The one that cant make up its mind. “Daddy, daddy! Pick me up!” And, as soon as the dad picks the child up, “Daddy, put me down daddy!” This goes on for a while until finally the dad says ‘enough’ and holds the struggling child the rest of the way. Well, in a way, we are all that child. In the storms of life, when we need help; “Daddy, daddy! Pick me up!” And when the clouds clear away and the sun shines bright, we walk to walk again. We want to prove to our Father that we can walk again. “Daddy, put me down daddy!” After a while, the Father picks us up, and when we want back down, He wont let us down. He says, “You think the walk is almost over and that you will be alright. But you won’t. I know what will happen. The storm is not over yet , and you will fall again.” So for the rest of that particular walk, we struggle against the embrace of the Father. Why? Surely He can carry us without getting tired. So why do we fight against the only one who will be there every time we say, “Pick me up daddy, I need you to carry me!”?
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