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[aid] => mick
[title] => Miracles
[time] => 2005-05-02 15:35:02
[hometext] => i did not know what topic to put it under its a mix of alot of things but some ppl think of miracles as something grand and are very few and dont happen often but really they happen everyday
[bodytext] => Miracles She was in her room again soaking wet and cold from the rain They had another fight and she was almost raped but wasn’t almost beaten She has bruises all over but she is even more broken in side She’s a cutter like me who had not cut for a while She had not cut coz she found him and now the only good thing in her life fell apart So she heads to her closet opens it and gets on her knees She pulls the close apart and takes out a shoe box with her blade She takes it into her hand and feels like ending it right there and then and Her little sister walks into the room and sees her Her sister gets down on her knees and starts to cry and They hug No matter how alone you feel inside Out side you never are He is out again having a great time trying not to drink too much Trying not to drink at all actually but he has a few zips of Smirnoff and Like me he finds it is really very good and has a bottle or two Not really enough to get you drunk But some one gave him an open bottle they had slipped something into it He does not feel the effects but feels something and it is late The party is almost over and he has to go He walks to his car alone and feels really sick But he said that he feels good enough to drive home So he gets in his car and starts to drive off and he feels even worse So he puts the car on park and walks out and throws up He gets back in his car and drives back to the party to get a ride home On the way home on his block the house next door was having a birthday party And the kids were out playing in the streets Always listen to what your body tells you sometimes its something more Things happen to every one sometime in their life when they need it or don’t know they need it. Little things can mean a lot and hurt a lot when they go wrong. When I met you I was a point in my life where I needed something. I felt alone and tired and could not go on. You felt the same and then we met. And now I don’t think we could be happier. I love you so much. I love and admire everything about you all the little things and all the great things about you. And I want you to love me. You are what I needed in my life and will always love. I will always want you like this and more. I know with you in my life I am never alone. I know that I am loved. And you make me see that its not just by you. I am loved by many and by me too. And its all coz of you. How happy you make me. How you make me feel. Every one sees it in me. Every one sees you. [comments] => 4 [counter] => 144 [topic] => 43 [informant] => Doriens_Picture [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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