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| Where I go, When I go ThereI t was the simple days, as I last put it back in April. Which is hard to believe both that it was so long ago and yet so close to now that I last posted here.
A lot has changed since I was actually posting with meaning here. Sad, really, because now that I'm signed in and looking through, I remember how careless and happy I was and I'm hit with an overbearing desire to drop every wall I've built since Xanga was Blog King.
I really have hit a time now where I would give a lot to have that feeling about someone again. It's something I guess that is completely legit and normal for someone my age, but it is also more normal for me to not be having this problem, but experiencing the solution to it.
In short, I miss the way I felt when I would stay up til all hours talking to someone. I miss the way it felt to wake up in the middle of the night and see the same person I was generally dreaming about. I miss the way it felt to hear someone tell me, "I love you" and mean it as much as I did.
Spring Awakening is a huge deal to me right now. I feel as though it has opened a window for me to see everything that could be and may be and I am so scared that, like the rest of my experiences, the door will never open, and I will never get to truly feel what it is to be on The Stage. Moreso, this could be the beginning of everything for me. Without a doubt, I would be meeting numbers of important people in regard to both my career and the rest of my life and the thought of me missing the opportunity right now is a bit more than I can possibly handle.
I almost have been enjoying the lag of the strike because, if anything, it's given me some time to calm down and get my mind off of it; yet today, with the possibility of the strike being over within a matter of hours, I feel it coming on again. I cannot even begin to explain how anxious I get when I start to think about the experience and what may or may not come of it.
So much more than what it is. It would truly be the beginning of the life I've always sworn to have.
C'mon fortune cookie...
It's time to prove yourself.
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| I really cannot tell you how much I miss the days when Xanga was king. Signing onto this makes me so nostalgic, which I guess could be described as pathetic, but I really don't care because this thing holds so many memories of what I was. It's neat to look back and see what I evolved from. It's ridiculous.
You never know how much you change until you see the beginning. Anyway, this isn't going to be a huge post at all.
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| Here.I like
where we are,
When we drive,
in your car
I like
where we are....
Here
Cause our lips,
can touch
And our cheeks,
can brush
Our lips
can touch
Here.
Well, you are the one, the one that lies close to me
Whisper's "Hello, I miss you quite terribly"
I fell in love, in love with you suddenly.
Now there's no place else I could be but here in your arms
I like
where you sleep,
When you sleep,
next to me.
I like
where you sleep...
Here.
Our lips,
can touch
And our cheeks,
can brush
Our lips
can touch
Here.
Well, you are the one, the one that lies close to me
Whisper's "Hello, I miss you quite terribly"
I fell in love, in love with you suddenly
Now there's no place else I could be but here in your arms
Our lips, can touch
Our lips, can touch...here
You are the one the one that lies close to me
Whisper's "Hello, I miss you quite terribly"
I fell in love, in love with you suddenly
Now there's no place else I could be but here in your
You are the one the one that lies close to me
Whisper's "Hello I miss you, I miss you."
I fell in love, in love with you suddenly
Now there's no place else I could be but here in your arms
Here in your arms.
Here in your arms. | | |
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