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If only She never seemed overly friendly, her eyes were always looking away from everyone and she prefered to keep to herself. So I let her. I didn't walk up and ask how she was doing, didn't say hi has we passed through the halls. She didn't either. She went quickly and quietly from one class to the other, never talking to anyone. I didn't really know her at all, so I always thought she was one of those kids who thought that she was better then the rest of us and therefore didn't want anything to do with us. No one else talked to her either, so I figured I was right. She was just a snoby teen with an atitude. Unfriendly and unapprochab
The life the Lord has given usNo one takes time to enjoy life anymore.
They're always busy going from one place to the other.
They never stop to look at the beauty of the world the Lord gave us.
The spring day where another year of life for insects and animals coming out of hibernation begins.
The snow melts away and the grass springs out bright green,
Soft between your toes.
The green of the leaves against the bright blue of the sky.
With the golden sunlight beaming down on you, warming the soil.
The blues and pinks and reds and yellows and purples of all the flowers blooming.
The smells in the crisp spring air.
Even the rainy days,
With the aromas they leave behind whe
In the endYou know what's wrong with this world today?
Everyone is always trying to up the other,
To beat them at something.
To be better.
Since when was the goal in life to be the best?
These days, everything revolves around one thing.
People will do anything for it.
Sell their bodies,
Rip people off with the fine print,
Make them pay for things they didn't know they were buying,
Because it was in the fine print.
Even war's are about money.
They want more land, so they fight,
Because if they have more land,
They have more power,
And if they have more power,
They get more money.
Politions only want money, no matter how good they make the
NothingnessThe pain destroys your thoughts, cuts them into fragments and mixes them around so much, that when you finally are able to focus again, you can't make sense of them.
It has mixed them into fragments of words, of pictures.
Senses and feelings.
Past thoughts and vauge thoughts.
Colours and vauge images from your memory.
Nothing that makes sense but when put together makes sense.
Only it is made of none of this.
Only it is made of all of this.
And you have to take these thngs and make sense of them.
Your own thoughts.
Words can't describe what the pain does to your thoughts.
This is the closest you can get.
You can't make sense of it all.
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`ChewedKandi has certainly gone out of her way to keep the vector community on the right path. Always making sure that her talents are infinitely scalable, Sharon has put her bezier curves to excellent use, and firmly anchored herself as an inspirational leader. We're absolutely delighted to bestow the Deviousness Award for June 2013 to `ChewedKandi. Congratulations, Sharon! Read More