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hey there, it's me Di and welcome to yet another webpage of mine.
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Name: Denise Lubanga
Location: San Diego, Ca
Ethnicity: Pinay
Birthday: 12.5.82
School/Grade: Morse High/ Junior
Hobbies: writing, thinking (yes, i do think), writing, singing, dancing hula and with simply, ect.
Occupation: jobless for now =(
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Cedar sweeping... [ thoughts]
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(thoughts on LOVE)
In our journey in life, our life time goal is to succeed, right? Hard it may seem, we still need that 4 lettered word, the word called LOVE.
Nowadays, it's so hard whether to believe it or not. Some do and get their hearts broken. Some dont and still get hurt. A few of us are willing to give love, but some aren't. For ages of ages of years, people survived because of the word. They found peace and belongness. Some didnt.
In todays world, because of circumstances, they chose not to LOVE, out of fear. Reasons concering of often misuse of it. Biggest issue of which is letting people in and letting them capture you.. and let your heart "love".
But, there are just people in this world who aren't ready nor strong enough, maybe confuse, lost.. for them to let someone in.
Saying THE 4 letter word, is a big big step. Don't rush yourself. And, if you really know so what you feel is "love", all the tears is worth every love you feel. It's a word full of meanings, it even maybe the world of beginning for some people.
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Seeding journey.. [poem]
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blind world
by: D 8.17.99
preaching words of wisdom,
sunny beginnings,
i wait till i fall asleep,
not immediate good-bye.
slowly conveying the mistakes,
and covering it all up with wrinkled questionable answers.
bleekly, nothing comes home.
oblique, opaque, circular, triangular..
we?re all unattached to reality,
just simply fantasies..
leaving us hopeless and lifeless,
only pure hate and aloneness..
i wait for the time when all the broken houses path breaks.
packing these worthless materials, that once made me happy,
only not knowing it?ll just an object, waiting to disregard you
and you loose in touch of my world..
sun breaks away, and my dignity,
playful as a sin, leaving behind,
looking back no more...
nothing oblique and strange of more than just simple words
of apology.. blameful thoughts that never will have answers.
just sole questions and doubts of joyless sorrow.
beats this world of hate and sarcasm and bitterness.
my last chance of reconcilation to this blameful and unworthy world,
be strange.
Killing the mocking bird,
killing the delight of weirdness..
just simple words of hate, of grunding judgemental cynical mind.
mindless thoughts of uncanny..
saving the unsave.. built and with its destiny of being unsaved..
will forever be pride.
Lost for words, pain and shadows, an uneasy combination
of a world unseeing and plain.
be bored.
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