Stitched and ScarredFeel free to search through my past

2003-12-30Sleep and Some Talk
2003-12-27Christmas!
2003-12-21My Love, My Axe
2003-12-18In Harmony
2003-12-17For Ian..I Love You
2003-12-17Its For Real
2003-12-17This is Me
2003-12-17As Deep as You Dare
2003-12-17Your
2003-12-17Held By An Angel
2003-12-17Ian's Mad At Me...
2003-12-17My Wife and My Finals
2003-12-15Empty
2003-12-15Save Me From Myself
2003-12-14Unaswered Questions
2003-12-14Sitting Next To You
2003-12-14Lies
2003-12-14True Survivors
2003-12-12Clocks
2003-12-11Hand in Hand
2003-12-11Dreams
2003-12-11Dana...
2003-12-11An Escape
2003-12-09Whole
2003-12-08I Wrote This For Ian
2003-12-08Reminder
2003-12-08Blah
2003-12-07He Created
2003-12-07For Whom I Do Love
2003-12-07Ian
2003-12-07I Give You My Everything
2003-12-07Throughout Each Day
2003-12-07Unfortunate News
2003-12-07Being Published!!
2003-12-06Where My Freedom Lies
2003-12-06These Are The Things
2003-12-06Last Few Days
2003-12-05Quizzes
2003-12-04He's Baaaaack
2003-12-03Ian's coming back tomorrow!!!
2003-12-02One Love
2003-12-02Grades...Eek
2003-12-01Late..
2003-12-01Short Entry for My Wonderful Day
2003-12-01My
2003-12-01"Friends"

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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.