Thursday, September 16, 2004
(( cookies&creme ))
it occurred to her as she ran.
the rhythm of her footsteps matched her heartbeat.
the flapping of her soacked shirt against her firm body didnt bother her the slightest.
the wind stroked her curly locks like an invisible comb as she whizzed forward silently.
she heard nothing else but the heavy panting from within.
the longing for something urged her on.
she advanced rapidly and in a stylish manner.
adrenaline pumping furiously within this runner, she struggled to focus on what was ahead.
it was somewhat disturbing yet inspiring.
the realisation then dawned upon her:
she was thirsty.
____withallthatiam*
l[patience is a virtue of the strong]l
10:19 PM
hoho.
out the door.
click.
backtrack.
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click.
backtrack.
August 2004
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the girl.
jessica.
livelovelaugh.
jersey`gang.
covenant pres.
rmps.nhss.np.
srsly.
you ask me how; but i'll tell you why.
i`ve never been the one to raise my hand
that was not me.
and now;
that's who i am.
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