Stitched and ScarredFeel free to search through my past

2003-09-30I got Published!!
2003-09-29Mother
2003-09-29For Ian
2003-09-29Memories
2003-09-27Myself
2003-09-26Two Poems
2003-09-26Thinner Still
2003-09-26Monkeys.
2003-09-25Thinking
2003-09-25Just Feelings
2003-09-25A Song I Wrote
2003-09-25Standing Out!
2003-09-25Short and Sad
2003-09-25What a Day
2003-09-24Whats inside of me.
2003-09-24When tomorrow starts without me
2003-09-24Short Wrtitting
2003-09-24EEG! Word up fool
2003-09-22Auto.psy
2003-09-18Seizure
2003-09-17Messege
2003-09-17Demoral
2003-09-17Bionca
2003-09-15AH
2003-09-15This Blo.od Is No Longer Mine
2003-09-15Morbid
2003-09-15Stuff 'n Stuff
2003-09-15Quizzes
2003-09-14Dripping
2003-09-14All Thats True
2003-09-14The Ranch
2003-09-13Today..Kind Of
2003-09-13Egotistical
2003-09-12Things to Do.
2003-09-11Temporary High
2003-09-11..The Results
2003-09-10Updating from Yesterday
2003-09-09Ian *Smiles*
2003-09-09Tatoo's
2003-09-09Short
2003-09-07Happiness Found
2003-09-05Something
2003-09-04GRAND MAL SEIZURE
2003-09-03Shakin' Booty
2003-09-03Thrice Lyrics
2003-09-03Poem\Entry
2003-09-03A Short Day So Far
2003-09-02Today
2003-09-01Silver Lining
2003-09-01With Ever Little Thing
2003-09-01Quiet Despairation
2003-09-01Life..

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Love,
Roxie


Love sees the invisible, feels the intangible and achieves the impossible.

The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched. They must be felt with the heart.

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I would weep, but my tears have been stolen. I would shout but my voice has been taken. Thus I write.

You never lose by loving. You always lose by holding back.

There have been
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Our lives are twisted and conformed into meager phrases, but even with the greatest of words we can never truly know ourselves.