AAAAAAAAA
i hate this, i hate trying to find some where that I might be interested in going. I hate the fact that the only thing that I am really really interested in is "useless, and a waste of money" gee thanks that a great thing to say,
lets take all of your hopes, and everything you like to do and call it a waste of time,
great
your interests are a waste of time.
well sorry for attempting to be creative.
sorry for not condemning my self to live like you did
Monday, September 29, 2008
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Friday, September 19, 2008
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Writing
The flames ripe and tear at my body,
slowly stealing the life from my body.
I can feel my eyes start to pop from the heat, my blood boils in my veins.
In a few moments nothing.....silence....darkness
Suddenly, a light shines from above, a voice beckons "come".
I can feel my self start to rise up, but as I look down, I see my body.
I am dead.
As I rise high in the darkness I see flashes of light all around me, and i hear familiar voices, voices from my past, my life is flashing before my eyes, my childhood, my first bike, graduation....
But as I focus harder on the passing flashes from the past, I realize everything wrong I have done, the sins I have committed, I'm ashamed.
As I reach the gate, my head hangs low, I know that I do not deserve this prize.
I look up to see the Lord, standing before me, arms streched wide.
As I slowly move inthe the embrace, embarassed for my sins.
I hear whispered in my ear, "I love you."
slowly stealing the life from my body.
I can feel my eyes start to pop from the heat, my blood boils in my veins.
In a few moments nothing.....silence....darkness
Suddenly, a light shines from above, a voice beckons "come".
I can feel my self start to rise up, but as I look down, I see my body.
I am dead.
As I rise high in the darkness I see flashes of light all around me, and i hear familiar voices, voices from my past, my life is flashing before my eyes, my childhood, my first bike, graduation....
But as I focus harder on the passing flashes from the past, I realize everything wrong I have done, the sins I have committed, I'm ashamed.
As I reach the gate, my head hangs low, I know that I do not deserve this prize.
I look up to see the Lord, standing before me, arms streched wide.
As I slowly move inthe the embrace, embarassed for my sins.
I hear whispered in my ear, "I love you."
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