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Find a love! Save a soul!Lisashaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07487627576822006314noreply@blogger.comBlogger94125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1480996921603445797.post-84035512029576575532014-06-21T15:40:00.001-07:002014-06-21T15:40:34.745-07:00This is my life now. The last time I wrote here, I was not married, certainly not thinking of having children, and my friend circle was completely different. Now, I read on my old posts and I can't help but laugh at myself a little. I thought I was so wise and old for my age. I thought I knew physical and emotional pain. I would have looked at myself as I am today and probably shit my pants. <div> But I couldn't be happier. I have a husband, who loves me even in my weakest moments, he stands by me, even if I'm wrong, and he knows that my intentions are honest. My daughter, now 13 days old, is the most beautiful human being I have laid eyes on. Though I'm tired and emotionally vulnerable to crying, she is worth it. She is worth the late nights, midnight feedings, early mornings, sore and aching fun bags, daily naps, forgetting meals, diaper changes, headaches, body aches, she is my everything now. For the rest of my life.</div><div> I'm a mother and a wife now, it's crazy. It still hasn't hit me yet that I created life. A living, breathing human that relies on me to keep her safe, feed her, and bathe her. And I will do all of that in a heartbeat. </div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">So now this blog is going to change. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Now I'm going to write about my new journey. </span></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif"><b>As a wife.</b></font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif"><b>As a mother.</b></font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif"><b><br></b></font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif"><b><br></b></font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif"><b><br></b></font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif"><b><br></b></font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif"><b><br></b></font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif">So where do I start... </font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif">With my husband. </font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif"> Adam is so great. Obviously, from what I have written about him in the past. He makes me laugh and cry from being hilarious and wonderful. We have lived in a tiny apartment downtown Sonora, where homeless people would ask to sleep on our doorstep. A one bedroom, one bathroom studio apartment. With our giant 100 lb dog who would spend most of his days on our 4x4 porch. Poor guy. </font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif"> Then it happened. Three short months later after finding out I was pregnant and that there was no way we could fit our new expecting life into this tiny apartment we found an opportunity to move up in the world. We moved to a large, 3 bedroom, 2 bathroom house with our friend for a year lease. It was so great at first, a nice neighborhood, or so it seemed, a garage, a full sized kitchen with extra counter space and to top it off I had my buddy with me to brave the responsibility of adulthood. (I.e. Paying bills, cleaning up after ourselves, and just plain old being responsible.) </font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif"> Then it all went south. It was a whirlwind of one thing after another. Crazy neighbors, stupid rental agency giving mixed signals, $700 propane bill, septic system in catastrophic failure, and irresponsible, unreliable roommates. We were told to move out immediately. Me at 9months pregnant. We moved. And now we're here. In Twain Harte. With a baby. </font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif"><br></font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif"> I can't complain. I love waking up with Adams wolverine hair and pokey un-shaved face and overgrown eyebrows. He smells. He really does. But I love it. He's my family. And Nalaya. She's such a doll. With wandering eyes, soft little lips, and a dimples like her mommy.😉 </font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif"> Nothing anyone can tell you, can prepare you for motherhood. Nobody tells you that, after a vaginal birth, your vagina feels like a near deflated party balloon. That you'll walk like you are saddle sore. Nobody tells you that stool softener is the way to go when you poop for the first time when you get home from the hospital. You'll be spat up on, pooped on, peed on, you might pee or poop your pants yourself, or forget a meal, or have chunks of your nipple fall off. (This is a real thing ladies, get help when you need it, <i>call<b> </b>a lactation consultant!</i>) </font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif"> Most of all, in no way possible, can you be remotely prepared for childbirth. I've never even broken a bone. I wasn't ready for that kind of pain. At one point, I vaguely remember trying to close my legs and suck her back inside of me, only to realize there was only one way outta this. And then she was there. A gooey, pink body laid on my chest whimpering and looking at this new world she had entered. I cried more than she did. Both out of remaining pain from the doctor stitching me up, and from seeing her for the first time. I remember crying and hearing the doctor instructing Adam to cut the cord. I'm proud of him for watching the whole thing without passing out. </font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif"> </font></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">But his is my life now. </span></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif">I wouldn't change a thing. </font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif">I'm a wife. </font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif">And a mother.</font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif">This is my life now. <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT6Mk9lHlQnfGuq8Ak1ha-BQEvqxJCYjY-M_SHKkmHw8iHkOk0u-MTSkin8mJrHS8sm1EHxwH4cqcsROJwiEJakuMwzUjGQLA58RSexXanLWHP33Z2EbvIUxf_iouQ6ypE3UnSG8sEp1U/s640/blogger-image-1976474667.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT6Mk9lHlQnfGuq8Ak1ha-BQEvqxJCYjY-M_SHKkmHw8iHkOk0u-MTSkin8mJrHS8sm1EHxwH4cqcsROJwiEJakuMwzUjGQLA58RSexXanLWHP33Z2EbvIUxf_iouQ6ypE3UnSG8sEp1U/s640/blogger-image-1976474667.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlGUx6b8P5Py7th-0QLnirIglurzeqbgz8jyT7W_WN_2yvhiZL8k2P_6OiaZ63fcHF_Pl3AI8wKmBlBRZopjL6cBOh5bCclJ3L7EMsMfhymqi8Vqs1zFjSIPL5KaX0gq7J0JioSIhwetU/s640/blogger-image-103007025.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlGUx6b8P5Py7th-0QLnirIglurzeqbgz8jyT7W_WN_2yvhiZL8k2P_6OiaZ63fcHF_Pl3AI8wKmBlBRZopjL6cBOh5bCclJ3L7EMsMfhymqi8Vqs1zFjSIPL5KaX0gq7J0JioSIhwetU/s640/blogger-image-103007025.jpg"></a></div><br></div></div><br></div></font></div>Lisashaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07487627576822006314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1480996921603445797.post-34039047952805501882011-12-16T12:30:00.000-08:002011-12-17T05:56:26.515-08:00two yearsIts been almost two years now. Two years I've spent with you, celebrating birthdays, going on dates, going to movies, taking naps, brushing teeth, shaving beards, waxing eyebrows, waxing armpits. You have put up with me and my shenanigans. And my family's shenanigans. And my friends shenanigans. You have been my constant. my ocean. Your family has welcomed me as if I were one of theirs. You've seen me angry and sad and happy and you've seen all of my personalities. I would say you've seen me grumpy most of the time these past few months. But even in my grumpy days, you still push forward, you will never let me go. And I promise to never leave.<br />
I see so many people fall apart, and so many relationships fall apart, and I know that I never want to be that kind of couple. The kind that goes back and forth, or the kind that lies, or the kind that just isn't happy. But we are happy. I honestly think we are like the movies. We are a happy ending.<br />
"boyfriend" is just to stereotype, and cliche. You are my partner, partner in crime, my team mate, my best friend, my love, my to-be whatever you want to call it. When I introduce you as my boyfriend, I hope people don't assume that we are just another teenage couple too young to understand what goes with a relationship. Tell me that almost two years is nothing for a relationship. Tell me I am too young.<br />
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<br />Lisashaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07487627576822006314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1480996921603445797.post-91719705104755447192011-11-20T08:57:00.001-08:002011-11-20T09:31:23.922-08:00I'm Not Finished YetIn this early morning, I read a letter. A turning leaf; a changing sky.<br />
Don't give up yet my love. There's still time. There's still years that are yet to pass. There are still people you have yet to meet. There are still places you have yet to travel. Whether it is traveling back to, or adventuring a place anew. You aren't finished yet. You have years to learn. Years to grow. Years to become a wise old soul. You aren't finished yet. And I'm not finished yet. We are unfinished. Undone. Water, uncharted. Don't lose sight of who you are, and don't focus on things that you don't need to worry about (e.g. boys boys boys) Because you will only find yourself in a world of pain and hurt and loss. Don't make it so hard on yourself. You have the whole rest of your life to find someone. trust me. I'm not finished yet. but its all the little things in the world that count.<br />
You just have to find the right river that leads to the ocean.<br />
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<br />Lisashaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07487627576822006314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1480996921603445797.post-34343194301722371082011-09-26T19:42:00.000-07:002011-09-26T19:43:13.972-07:00Guess What's Next?By the age of 16, 80% of people have already met who they are going to marry.<br />
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I am apart of this statistic. I have met him. I've got my guy. The guy on the white horse with the blonde hair and the blue eyes. I've got him. I've dated him so hard that I'm gonna marry the shit out of him. The guy with all the right attitudes. The one who tells me I'm beautiful when I stink like shit and have greasy hair. The one who tells me I'm right even when I'm wrong. The guy who lets me scream and kick and cry and whine all I want. He's the one who's always on my side.<br />
He may not know it as much as I know it, but I'm out to get him. Just as much as he's out to get me. I want his name. I want his clothes scattered in our room. I want to wake up to his sleepy eyes and smelly breath. I want him to take me out. I want to be broke as a joke with him. And I wanna be rich as a bitch with him. I want to be happy, sad, angry, joyful, excited, mad, stupid in love with this boy. Call me selfish all you want. Call me sleazy, skanky, bitchy slutty. I don't care. He's my best friend I can tell secrets to. He's my best friend and my lover. and that is exactly what I need. I can confide in him. and run to him. and he'll take care of all my problems.<br />
He's my superman. He makes me smile. when I'm angry. He forgives me. He supports me in all my decisions. Even if they aren't the smartest decisions. He knows me.<br />
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He just knows me. Plain and simple.<br />
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And that is that. That is the comma. Chapter 2. The story isn't over yet.<br />
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It's only just the beginning.<br />
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I've got my guy. Guess what's next? :)<br />
<br />Lisashaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07487627576822006314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1480996921603445797.post-3982508082394094982011-09-04T09:48:00.000-07:002011-09-04T10:55:53.133-07:00Let me back inI miss you. I would tell myself. The little things, they would remind me of the days and hours we would spend together. Whether it was laying on my pool deck tanning till we got really hot and jumped in the pool. To those cold winter days when we would sit on my bed talking till there was nothing to talk about except just us. The days we would spend passing letters to each other between classes. All of that was lost when I said those words, in fine bold print that slipped out from my lips.<br />
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Now, 8 months later, here we are, you with forgiveness, me with apologies flowing from my mouth. Here we are. Sewing. Mending. using Band-Aids and crutches to pick ourselves back up. So here we are. and after everyday that I was sorry not only to you but sorry for my self. My pathetic actions that took me on a long road of recovery. </div>
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Here's to you, my lady love, my girl-bromance, my best friend, my sister.</div>
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Heres to the beautiful person i knew and know again.</div>
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Lisashaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07487627576822006314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1480996921603445797.post-21385867110329663292011-07-21T22:50:00.000-07:002011-07-21T22:50:42.871-07:00I'll see you in my dreamsThe Hours. The Days. The Months. They pass and fall like leaves. Falling between us, as our separation grows deeper. Till it sinks down to the core. And I watch you from far away. Watching you, happy. Good. I'm glad. What I would give to laugh with you again. What I would do to be able to talk to you.. You were the only one I could tell every thought that passed over. Now I just whisper it to you in my dreams. Where you'll stay forever. because my dreams are a much nicer place than where we stand now.<br />
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I'll see you in my dreams<br />
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Science is our strength."<br />
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People think we are girls and boys who are bubblegum bimbos who just fiddle with hair and gossip in the salon. No. It takes so much to get where we are. It takes more than just a couple fash. sess. (Fashion sessions) to get where we are. It takes a few years to learn so much and grow and learn. It's more than just the hair and the nails. It's the anatomy, the skill, the talent. someone may have the talent but not the true depth in every trick of the trade. Excuse me, person who cuts her friends hair in the bathroom, can you name every disease of the skin? Excuse me, person who cuts there children's hair in the kitchen, do you take the time to set up an entire SMA? Do you even know what a SMA is?<br />
No.<br />
Yes, your haircut may be free, but no you are not receiving the professional hair care you should be if they shampoo and condition your hair with Pantene. Just take a twenty and go to Hair Masters, at least they know what they are doing.<br />
We are people of education. We know the job, we know what to do, and we'll work with you and your hair to make it look awesomely amazing.<br />
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We have the fashion for passion.<br />
And we know the science of our passion.<br />
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Then there you were, while I was running back, you kept pulling me closer and closer to you. Then finally the only thing I was running from was him, into your arms. You caught me, you held me until the tears washed away, and the winds slowed down to a breeze, and the sand sunk me deep into your warmth. Your voice a beacon in the storm.<br />
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You Found Me. When I was trying to find my way out of the thrashing waves that were drowning me. You Found Me. While I was trying to run and hide.<br />
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Now I search for you, knowing my heavy heart would be found. Knowing you would find it and hold it till the very day it slowed and simmered to a steady line. And beyond that you would forever hold my heart, and forever hold me. Even running away would never do me good, you'd just find me and calm me. Although I could never run.<br />
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Not after all you have done for me.<br />
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When I'm angry you shower me with kindness and kisses. When I'm sad you hold me in your arms and just listen to me. When I'm anything at all you take care of me. You melt me away till I'm nothing but a flame and fire that can never be blown out.<br />
Every atom of my heart is loving you right now.<br />
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You've ruined me for any other person. I'm forever yours.<br />
You have no idea how fast my heart races when I see you.<br />
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Because You Found Me.<br />
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I still believe in your Friendship.<br />
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"What are you thinking about?" I asked him.<br />
"Nothing really, baby." I figured half as much. He wouldn't admit it now but I know he thinks about me as often as I think about him.<br />
"Why do you love me?" I questioned soon after.<br />
"What kind of silly question is that baby? What is there not to love about you? You are so beautiful and adorable, with the most beautiful smile and the deepest, darkest, brownest, most beautiful eyes I have ever seen." His reply causing me to blush lightly. "It's true baby. I Love you with every bone in my body and every cell in my skin. My Love is true for you." I hold him tighter in my arms. Not wanting to let go of this moment, I hold on wanting to stay in his arms forever. Willing with all of my strength to never let him go. I'll never let him go. They can try to tear us apart. No. Nothing can tear us apart. No one can tear love apart. <br />
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I Love you A.<br />
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This is the countdown, and here i begin.<br />
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91 goes out to my best. The ones who keep me laughing and smiling. The ones I can just look at and laugh and cry and smile. The ones who encourage me and support me.<br />
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This one is for Natalie Ann Buller. You've been here forever. You've seen me go through my stages. You've seen me cry and laugh and love. You've inspired me in more ways than one. And you've been beautiful. You never cease to amaze me. even though you've moved away and we only stay in contact through text or fb. I love you girl.<br />
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This one is for Adam William Dean Morse. When we first met, I never expected anything of it. You used to always be a passing glance or a slight hello. The more I came to know you, the more I fell in love with your nerdy little self. And the way you made me laugh. no one can make me laugh like you. or smile so big the moment I see you. You'll always be in my <3 Thank you for being there, when I cry, when I laugh. when I'm angry or upset. I Love you Adam. <3<br />
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This one is for Tonysha Cherie Hadden. I've never had a bad time with you. and you manage to make me smile on the worst days. I know I can confide in you. and tell you everything. you're the most honest and true person I know. I Love how we have a girl-mance. ;) if I were a guy........I can't even imagine life without you because you are my sunshine. :) I love you babe.<br />
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This one is for Amanda Elizabeth Walker. We've been through thick and thin. I love how we can have a huge fight and not talk for two weeks straight and then not even remember what we were fighting for. I can tell you my hopes my dreams my life. I always want to be the person here for you to talk to. We have our agreements and disagreements but thats what I love about you. You are you. I love you like mad.<br />
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This one is for Bethany Claire Johnson. My sister. My heart. The thought of you not being in my life brings me to tears just thinking about it. And the thought of you being in my life brings me to tears of happiness. I'm so lucky to have you as a sister. You are adventurous like me. I learned it from you. You are beautiful and don't seem to realize that so many guys want to jump up on that. You've been so protective of me and I of you. and I've never been so proud of you. You claim to be jealous of me. When in reality I envy you so much because I look up to you and you're gorgeous and friendly. I love how we act like kids and giggle when dad gets mad and tells us to shutup. :) I love you forever sis. no matter what. <3<br />
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This one is for Allis. My other sis. I love how we can giggle and talk about dramarama! and talk about the future and the past. and laugh about it. I remember when every night before we went to bed we would read Calvin and Hobbes. I always get so excited to see you. you're amazing. and awesome to hang with. I love you sis. :)<br />
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This one is for Athena Amoruso. You're so beautiful and amazing big sis!! I'll always miss you're beautiful face and sexy body around ;) I love you so much. and you are the one who has inspired me to pursue cosmetology. Hopefully we can open a salon together it would be a blessing. I love you. <3<br />
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This one is for Josh Gonsalez. I truly met you sophomore year. I'd like to think we hit it off instantaneously. You got class and swagg and I love the way you talk. "We always mob to school but today we were cruisin'" You're a smart kid. and You got style. You're such a romantic. maybe we'll be in law siblings someday? jkjk but seriously you're the best. Love ya bro.<br />
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This one is for the unmentionables. We used to be the three amigos or something like that. you guys were my closest and I wish people including myself didn't make mistakes like the one I made. I still love ya. and I still miss you.<br />
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This one is for my guy friends. The advice was great MK. Justin Jones, You're a handful. Ryan. you make me laugh so hard. Joe. you used to be grumpy. JF. I had a fat crush on you freshman year. but we tight now. JM. You can be sucha dick. but so awesome all in the same. And all the rest of you. you aren't a girl. And you don't start drama. love you guys!<br />
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This one is for my parents. You guys are the craziest people I know. Especially you Mom. And dad, you've always lifted me up and made me strong. All those nights you would be gone fighting fires, I was so proud. and You are my true hero. Mom. We've butted heads so many times and never really got along. but we still seem to get by. I know it's hard for me to express how I feel because I have such a hard heart that I've built up so strong to protect myself. I think because you guys taught me to be protective over my mind and body. You guys are great when you aren't grumpy. ily.<br />
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This one goes to the rest of you. You guys are the ones who are real and alive. You guys are the ones that are happy. and sad. And fun. And annoying. You guys give me excitement. And I couldn't ask for anything more. I love you.<br />
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I love all of you with all of my heart.<br />
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Last but not least. this is to all you bitches and skanks that made me stronger. specifically you. the one who I thought was going to be real with me. but ended up dropping me like garbage. As well as you. who lied and and cheated and faked. You broke her heart and now I'm gonna break your balls. If I ever see you around don't be surprised if I you feel a kick to the nads. And you. You who didn't hire me even though I am a diligent worker and have awesome work ethic. And you who broke my heart. you douche. and to few of my teachers. no one can stress me out more than you do.<br />
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You guys suck.Lisashaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07487627576822006314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1480996921603445797.post-16756126965484645562011-05-04T19:45:00.000-07:002011-05-04T19:45:17.808-07:0090This is the ninetieth post. :) the countdown begins.<br />
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But I keep coming back to you.<br />
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Its the fact that you still make me giggle and smile. our memory stays strong and heavy in my heart.<br />
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I keep coming back, because I love you.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> I read. and you're right. I don't understand. I don't know what you went through. But i try to understand. I want to. I want to fix things. with everyone who i had hurt. I want us Three back. and I myself am full of regret. And I hate saying that I am full of regret because I always told myself that I will live life without regret. But truth is. I regret everything. I regret the words. I regret the jealousy. (yes i will forever be jealous of you) I regret the lies, the promises and the betrayal. I figure, thats just what happens in high school. But it shouldn't. The things i've done. shouldn't have ever been done to anyone. because no best friend deserves that kind of treatment. Not a day goes by that i don't think about it. </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">I hate this fading. And this nonexistent relationship. I hate not having you to claim as my best. </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Its like a falling out. but worse. It's like not breathing but worse.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">... It's like when you're looking for something but you forgot where it is. and what it was that you were looking for... because thats just bad.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> The thing is. I hope you hate me. And tell everybody how horrible of a friend i was to you. because nobody deserves the way i treated you. I hope you never want to be that close with me again. yet i hope we can be just as close but closer. (as if it would build our bones stronger and make us more... idk) I don't know where i am going with this. It all comes down to... I miss you. miss you. miss you. </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">I feel like i broke your heart. and tore you to pieces. I feel like its my fault because i kept telling you that you needed someone, like i have someone. and then you ended up in a fickle. with boys. and toys. and things. am i a bad influence? i know i am. </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">enough about me... because I'm not the one who needs sympathy.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Junior year could have been better for us my dear. </span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Deep down inside i hope we can make up for it senior year. </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">or maybe i feel like i hope i can make it up for you. </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">because i owe you. </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">i owe you... well... more than i can say. </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">And i still cry. because i tore us apart.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Reborn and regretful,</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> An Ex-best</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">ps. The black tight ones, you wore for cheer.</span></span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw67nXWGeLZKZJalXUM4V1JWEGoTLZxAn5zoKiEgF8gAC4W6tc4tROqA7YXIXScd1VLTM3JtDRou2bSSyuvXvrXAC7Wm2H5Lcc8QG9Ypplf27ZVMGwllRrRafMjk1_zKEqrppzgdIq7_8/s1600/tumblr_lbfn7psB481qedajmo1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw67nXWGeLZKZJalXUM4V1JWEGoTLZxAn5zoKiEgF8gAC4W6tc4tROqA7YXIXScd1VLTM3JtDRou2bSSyuvXvrXAC7Wm2H5Lcc8QG9Ypplf27ZVMGwllRrRafMjk1_zKEqrppzgdIq7_8/s400/tumblr_lbfn7psB481qedajmo1_500_large.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>Lisashaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07487627576822006314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1480996921603445797.post-80237508241768845712011-04-26T21:29:00.000-07:002011-04-26T21:33:31.546-07:00"because i love you"<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGksqQV5bGCHuYP1gHYrQa28V13qtd_RQY5IY015d4BEWOkvE4-mHIEnlhcvqNgk4v1p4f3J8OnN_-Sbu20xqO1aEzQQcX6IEKoB6NDZxoHE7QoTEUhqxT2SBSMj3iQLz-8u3ITPWusSA/s1600/5188894904_30c380e292_z_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="270" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGksqQV5bGCHuYP1gHYrQa28V13qtd_RQY5IY015d4BEWOkvE4-mHIEnlhcvqNgk4v1p4f3J8OnN_-Sbu20xqO1aEzQQcX6IEKoB6NDZxoHE7QoTEUhqxT2SBSMj3iQLz-8u3ITPWusSA/s400/5188894904_30c380e292_z_large.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><i>I remember that day in bed when my ear was pressed against his chest; his heart beat was beating loudly in that perfect body of his and his vibrating voice echoed through. I could feel it too. I counted that he had 23 birthmarks on his stomach, tracing them with the tip of my fingers. We talked for a long time in that position, talked about life, music, love, our love, him, me, us, everything.<br />
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We noticed that the sun had gone down and decided to grab something to eat. We raided the fridge, eating with our fingers in our underwear on the kitchen floor. He started playing on his acoustic guitar, his eyes shut, making that silly face. But suddenly, he stopped.<br />
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He looked up, smiled at me and bent over to kiss me. I giggled. Then he let go of the guitar to sit closer to me so he could hug me. I asked him why he got so lovey dovey all of a sudden. He replied with another kiss and said because he loved me. I loved him too, very much, and I told him that.<br />
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We stared into each others' eyes for a long time and I could feel the tears building up behind mine.<br />
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‘’You’ve never seen me cry have you?’’ I asked.<br />
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‘’No, and I hope that I never will.’’ He replied back with a serious voice.<br />
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But he did.<br />
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The salty water just came pouring down my face while he, confused, tried to wipe them away with his thumbs and kisses.<br />
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‘’Why are you crying?’’ He asked, almost crying himself.<br />
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‘’Because I love you.’’ I hated how desperate I sounded.<br />
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‘’But why are you crying then?’’<br />
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I didn’t know how to tell him. Tell him that he was the only boy in the world that could make me feel so happy and sad at the same time, tell him how lost I feel when he’s not around, how jealous I get when I’m with him that I swear I could hurt somebody. Tell him that I’m so in love with him and the love we shared, so happy that he was the one I woke up to everyday, even though he snores fucking loud sometime. Tell him that when he talks my whole body shivers, how when he kisses me I forget to breath sometimes, how I feel like a little girl when he puts my hair behind my ears, even though I hate how I look with my hair like that. I didn’t know how to tell him that I didn’t understand why he loved me. So I simply replied:<br />
‘’Because I love you.’’ </i><br />
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-LLLisashaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07487627576822006314noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1480996921603445797.post-79524203400819657822011-04-26T17:35:00.000-07:002011-04-26T17:35:47.996-07:00Dear Friend,For now you shall remain nameless.<br />
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Dear Friend-Who-Shall-Remain-Nameless,<br />
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I thought of you. Yes. I still think of you. I think of the one time we got high, and laughed our asses off for an hour. I think of when we were young and curious. We still are. more or less. We've learned our mistakes. Grown apart, sewn together. We've seen so much, but know so little of risk. My dearest of all dear friends, You have given sunshine and planted it in my heart where it shall remain forever deep. Your laughter has been forever with me. I still look for you. In the halls, in parking lots, at stoplights. It's been too long friend. But the time we spent together is timeless. You are timeless. Unforgettable. You are Inspiring. You have given me something no one else has to offer. and that is, a friend ship. A friendship to look back on and say, "Shit, those were the best of days." The days when I was Foolish, and thrived for adventure and stupidity and adrenaline all at once.<br />
Oh, the things I wish to tell you. All my secrets, and all my heartaches. All the new memories I've held within my heart. How I wish to tell you those things that shall remain unsaid. The things I long to hear from you. I want to hear about your life! How is your new school? How is your new life?<br />
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Do you think of me? I wonder. Do you miss me, like I miss you? This I'm not sure if I will ever know.<br />
It's the littlest things, like posting a blog, or seeing your face, that brings me hope for you.<br />
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I have hope for you, dear friend. and I think of you so often. I read back upon our letters, You wished so deeply for him. You crushed so much for him. You are so happy. :) You were sad. :( You are angry. >:(<br />
Well now you're not here. In my life anymore. Hopefully she's a better friend than I ever was. I hope you are happy. Because you deserve it old friend. I always told you this, You deserve better than the best. Still do. Always will.<br />
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I Love You, old friend.<br />
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I Love you Friend-Who-Shall-Remain-Nameless.<br />
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Sincerely,<br />
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Your ex-best.<br />
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What is the point?<br />
We all die. But not all of us live.<br />
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So live while you have life.<br />
Smile.<br />
And Laugh.<br />
And Love.<br />
While your cheeks are still full of color.<br />
While your knees can support you.<br />
While your hands can still hold tight to his.<br />
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Learn.<br />
Learn so you don't forget.<br />
Learn so you can know.<br />
Learn for the fun of it.<br />
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Stretch.<br />
While your bones are strong.<br />
To stay strong.<br />
To keep your heart lively.<br />
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Wear chap stick.<br />
You know why.<br />
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Just be happy.<br />
Why not?<br />
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</div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;">When I was <b>young</b> <u>I never thought myself different from other people. </u></div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;">I never looked at the color of my skin and the color of theirs and was <strike>intimidated</strike> by that. I never looked at others like they were<strike> different</strike> from me, we were <b>all the same </b>in my eyes. I never looked at my teachers and doctors like they were <strike>higher up</strike> than me.</div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;">Once in elementary school. a kid <b>Hit Me</b>. My sister saw this act and asked this kid <b>why<i> </i></b> he hit me. He looked at her and told her straight up.<b><i>"She is Different."</i></b> My sister threatened him telling him that <u>I was like everyone else</u>. and that if he <b>dare</b> hit me again she would go <b>ape shit</b>. She didn't say that exactly. but something along the lines of, "I am going to<u> beat yo' ass up</u> if I hear of this again."</div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;">I was a creative minded child. and wondered if I could scrub away this color and look normal like the rest of my family. And as a kid, my mom had always told me <b><i>it wouldn't be so easy</i></b> for me. and that people would look at me like there was <b>something wrong with me</b>. and some people would <strike>hate me</strike>. I always wondered who would hate me because <u>I have done nothing wrong.</u></div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b>As a kid this scared me...</b></div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b> <i>but I am no longer afraid. </i></b></div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">"<b>Nigger Lovers</b>." </div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">they called my friends. </div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">And let me tell you all something, </div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">you can call me a<b> nigger,</b> </div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">you can call me <b>different, </b></div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">you can <b>stare at me </b>because the color of my face is <strike>different</strike> from the color of yours. </div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">You can <i>say what you want </i>and <i>think what you want</i>. But I am no different than any other person. </div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Filipino. I am. </div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Afraid. I am not. </div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I <b>will </b>hit you in the face. remember that. </div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><strike><b>Racial Discrimination must stop.</b> </strike></div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">We are<b> Human Beings.</b> </div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">We are <i><b><strike>not</strike> animals.</b></i> </div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I have skin like many do.<i> just cooked alittle extra.</i> </div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I have brown eyes. Like many do. <i>Just alittle more black.</i></div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I have hands. like many do too. <i>just alittle tan on one side more than the other</i></div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I don't call you all white crackers. </div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I love white people. </div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I don't care if you are<span style="background-color: white; color: black;"> white</span>, black, <span style="color: #f1c232;">yellow</span> or Pacific Islander. </div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">When I am sick. I am<span style="color: #e69138;"> <span style="color: #b45f06;">tan</span></span>. </div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">When I am angry. I am <span style="color: #b45f06;">tan</span>. </div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">When I am cold. I am <span style="color: black;"><span style="color: #b45f06;">tan</span>.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">When I am dead. I am <span style="color: #b45f06;">tan</span>.</div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">But you?</div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">When you are sick? You are <span style="color: lime;">green.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">When you are angry? You are<span style="color: red;"> red.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">When you are cold? You are<span style="background-color: white; color: blue;"> blue.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">When you are dead? You are <span style="color: purple;">purple. </span></div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Think about the colors you are. </div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">before you even have a slight thought of how <strike>I am Different. </strike></div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b>I am Different. & I am Proud. </b></div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><b style="color: #f1c232; font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">BABY I WAS BORN THIS WAY.</span></b></div><br />
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<div style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 1.8em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I carry your heart with me (I carry it in</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">my heart) I am never without it (anywhere</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I go you go, my dear; and whatever is done</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">by only me is your doing, my darling)</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I fear</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet ) I want</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: normal;">no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)</span></div><div style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 1.8em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"></div><div style="font-size: medium; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant</span></span></div><div style="font-size: medium; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">and whatever a sun will always sing is you</span></span></div><div style="font-size: medium; line-height: normal;"></div><div style="font-size: medium; line-height: 1.8em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"></div><div style="font-size: medium; line-height: 1.8em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"></div><div style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">here is the deepest secret nobody knows</span></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud</span></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows</span></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)</span></span></div><div style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart</span></span></div><div style="line-height: normal;"></div><div style="line-height: 1.8em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart)</span></span></div><div style="font-size: medium; line-height: 1.8em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="font-size: medium; line-height: 1.8em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">E. E. Cummings</span></span></div><div style="font-size: medium; line-height: 1.8em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="font-size: medium; line-height: 1.8em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">To my Adam <3</span></span></div><div style="font-size: medium; line-height: 1.8em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
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