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|| Me, Myself & I ||
1) Fade/FD/Ryan
2) 18 (As of 27th Feb '08)
3) Pisces
4) Single, Outgoing, Crazy, Fun, Caring, Temperamental, Nice


|| Loves ||
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2) Music-ing
3) Dancing/Acting
4) My friends
5) My belongings
6) You!


|| Wants || Needs ||
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2) Gain Muscles
3) Lose Fats
4) Fame
5) $$$
6) Grow Taller
7) A Happy Ending

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Tuesday, August 28, 2007

A lost heart, a wondering soul

A Thoughtful Song:
Is it possible Mr. Loveable
Is already in my life?
Right in front of me
Or maybe you're in disguise

Who doesn't long for someone to hold
Who knows how to love you without being told
Somebody tell me why I'm on my own
If there's a soulmate for everyone
If there's a soulmate for everyone

Most relationships seem so transitory
They're all good but not the permanent one

Who doesn't long for someone to hold
Who knows how to love you without being told
Somebody tell me why I'm on my own
If there's a soulmate for everyone
If there's a soulmate for everyone

Soulmate - Natasha Beddingfield


Is it possible that i die tonite w/o having any1 know my hearts true content?
Will any1 know that i'm full of regrets, heartaches brought close to the chest?

I might seem to have everything, yet I have nothing

I've got a heart full of pain, head full of stress
Handful of anger held in my chest
Uphill's a struggle, blood sweat and tears,
Nothing to gain, everyting to fear