you_cannot_break


	you_cannot_break_me
megan	life. it's so weird, isn't it? sometimes i feel like a little porcelain doll. i feel like i have all the pretty things, the boy, the friends, the smarts... but where does the true joy begin? not in acquiring any of these things, i have sadly found out. no, though each of these things can make me happy, it is only through the spirit that comes with them that true joy appears. the pretty things look cheap and faded in tomorrow's light, yet to future generations they are masterpieces. i am leaving a legacy. the boy. oh the boy. so many promises and whispers and stolen kisses and coffee and smiles and movies and cuddles and i could go on and on. it is truely through him that forever takes root. the friends are lifetime partners in the good and bad. i will always love them and care about them and i promise to never ever leave them. the smarts. i am independent and do not need others to provide for me. i see/hear/touch/taste/smell... and understand. i am still growing, i am still learning and i am still stretching my wings.	040110
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somebody	Although you keep trying, yea it took getting use to but now I'm beginning to feed off the pain you dish out and myyy it tastes so good, I know you thought I'd wimp out by now and go crying back home to mommy, you weren’t expecting me to last this long, and I readily admit it wasn’t easy but it’s getting easier as time passes and you try to cause me more misery, don’t think of stopping just as I’m getting use to this new diet, if I endured daddy I can sure as hell endure you so give me all you got boy, come on don’t be timid, don’t be shy come out swinging because I wont even blink an eye	040110

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