Stitched and ScarredFeel free to search through my past

2003-11-30Finally Alone
2003-11-30Best Friend
2003-11-30Under The Dying Sun
2003-11-28Ian's Coming Home!
2003-11-27Cold
2003-11-26Layout Finally Done!!
2003-11-26Remember?
2003-11-24Layout
2003-11-24Extras
2003-11-23Meaningless blog
2003-11-23Roses Black
2003-11-23Lost Dreams
2003-11-23Stupid Survey
2003-11-22Monotony
2003-11-22A Distant Place
2003-11-22Done
2003-11-21Hyper!
2003-11-20...Whatever
2003-11-20Many Thoughts of My Boring Life
2003-11-19Ashes
2003-11-19Because He Did
2003-11-19Alone
2003-11-19A Single Rose
2003-11-19What Love Is
2003-11-18Thank You
2003-11-18Short Little Blip
2003-11-17Blue Moon
2003-11-17Old
2003-11-17I don't matter anymore
2003-11-17Ian...I love you
2003-11-16A Song
2003-11-16The basement
2003-11-16So Young
2003-11-12No Hope=No Fear
2003-11-12Artist point of Veiw
2003-11-12Listen, Learn, Understand
2003-11-11I don't know what to call it?
2003-11-10Weight-Loss
2003-11-10What you do to me
2003-11-10The Severance of My Spine
2003-11-10Black and White
2003-11-10Waiting
2003-11-10Sweet Pain
2003-11-09My one true love
2003-11-04Today
2003-11-02....Random
2003-11-02Reality
2003-11-02More to
2003-11-02My Love
2003-11-02When Words Aren't Enough

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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
lost souls
online, searching through my thoughts without a permit

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