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okay i have sprint and texting is unlimited for 15.00 a month, is instant messaging a seperate charge than texting? im just wondering cause its basically the same thing. thanks i really wanna know.

Whats the maximum amount of babies someone can have before they die?

I am the queen.

You are my king.

Kiss me, break my curse.

I am snow white.

Much more pretty.

Will you, come, rescue me?

Will you, defeat the beast within me?

>< oka thats all i've gotten so far ><

Daddy's little girl. Sun shines bright, sweet innocent smile spread across her face, little girl, she has no fear, as she runs through the cool, kentucky blue grass, stopping at a dandilion, peering at a bumble bee. "Daddy?" Her charming voice floats through the warm summer air, landing next to Daddy Bear. "Why do bee's sting people if they know they'll die?" Daddy limps to little girl, still standing tall and proud, "Because it's how they protect their family."

Little girl studies the black and yellow bumble bee as it dances on the virbrant dandilion, "Oh." She replies, sighing deep in thought.

Little girl, little girl, she has no trouble, as she runs to the cherry tree, her strawberry blonde hair pulled into pig tails, bounces in the wind, Daddy watches like a hawk, as his little girl scrambles up the blooming tree. Little girls ocean blue eyes, twinkle with joy as pink cherry blossom petals drift to the ground as a gentle breeze dances with her feathered skirt. Little girl, little girl giggles and laughs, as Daddy puts her on his shoulder's, the beautiful scent of Cherry Blossom's clings to their clothes. Little girl, little girl, will never forget her cherry blossom tree, hugging her feathers head tightly...

Daddy's little girl, she's grown alot sincethen, still in school, 4 years left to go, hasn't seen her cherry tree since god knows when. Little girl gets a call from Papa Bear every so often, flying out across the country, she visits Daddy in the summer time. Daddy's eyes are shining in a new light, overjoyed to reunite with his only daughter. Little girl's growing up, Daddy's growing older, little girl's hiding secrets from everyone she knows, Papa Bear's working in the hot California heat, Little girls lost her innocence, Daddy Bear's not calling so much anymore, computer crashed, no more emails for a while. Little girl cries at night, suffocating herself with her pillow until she falls asleep. No ones aware of the nightmare shes in. Little girl slips, her secrets told, little girls birthday is days away, she feels like dying. Little girl, little girl, Daddy's not here right now, little girl, little girl, make Daddy proud. Little girl, can't take the pressure, little girl, little girl's changed alot, little girl, little girl, wants to move away, little girl, wants her Papa Bear. Little girl can't say a word about her past to Daddy. Little girl, little girl, hides from herself, little girl, little girl isn't so little anymore, little girl remembers her cherry tree, and her eyes explode with the tears she thought had dried. She can't take the pressure any longer, Little girl's loosing her identity, little girl's fighting her fears away, remember what her Daddy once said, "The difference between a failure and a quiter is, a failure tries over and over, a quiter never tries again, a quiter never learns what it's like to live." Little girl, finds her cherry tree, still standing where it's always been, little girl falls asleep under her Cherry Tree, She'll be with Daddy once again... Her nightmares almost over...

Okay Im 15 now, everything from about 7 1/2 and back I forget. There are only three different memories I can remember from then. One being with my dad durning the summer. Two being in the city with my dad and the wind feeling really good. Three my mother being beaten by my sisters father, and him locking us in the room.

I can remember those two things vividly. Yes there are a couple little seconds I can remember from my past, but there all really faint. My bf says it's probably because my childhood past was to traumatic for me. But how am i supposed to know what happened if i can't remember? I mean yeah there are a couple of people in my past that could've been jerks and done stuff. I just wanna know if there are any other reasons.

Okay my friend says that the lines goes, "eyie eyie im your little butterfly green black and blue making patterns in the sky."

I say that the lines go, "eyie eyie im your little butterfly green black and blue making colors in the sky."

Last night i was talking to my ex, and i havent seen/talked to him in forever and then he told me that he raped his best friends gf. and he knows that i was raped a while back. she told. i just don't know, what to think when he told me, i couldnt feel anything i was crying and shaking but i couldnt feel any emotions what so ever... i don't know, should i go back to my therapist or what? im to confused...

I wake, my sleep disturbed.

I lie awake, just to cry.

I sleep, in hope to die.

I sleep. I dream. I scream.

All I wanted, all I wanted, was for you, to accept, who I am.

All I needed, all I needed, was for you, to tolerate me.

I sleep. I dream. I scream.

Your fist, is in my face, all over again.

I feel so worn out, I feel so pissed off.

Your hands, are around, my throat, just like before.

I feel so used up, I feel so ticked off.

I sleep. I dream. I scream.

I did not, choose this.

I did not, want this.

I did not, deserve this.

I sleep. I dream. I scream.

I will, not be, denied, the right to, fight back.

I will, not be, hurt again.

I will, not be, hiding, from the fear.

I will, not be, lost again.

I sleep. I dream. I scream.

You can, shake me, but I'm gonna, hold on tighter.

I will not, back down.

Your fists,

I will not, break down.

Your hands, choke me.

I will not, surrender.

I sleep. I dream. I scream.

Looking in your eyes, all I see is your hate.

Looking in my heart, I hide my rage.

Looking in your mind, all I see is your fate.

Looking in my soul, I watch it die.

I sleep. I dream. I scream.

Suffocating, for the last time.

I am, on my knees, pleading with you.

It's behind my back.

It's in my hands.

It's in your chest.

Something deep inside, erupts.

It's in my back.

Your hand, weakly falls.

Blood. On my hands. Stained for life.

Okay, this is like wicked embaressing. Alright, i'm not having my period right now but, 'downstairs' is wicked sensitive and burns right now, and when i used the bathroom earlier it bled just a little. after i use the bathroom it feels like i still have to use the bathroom even though i dont sometimes. and it hurts to walk a little, so i feel alot better when im sitting down, almost like theres nothing wrong. help.

Okay, my hairs like dark shade of chestnut and has natural blonde highlights in it. My eyes are usually dark blue but they change alot xD. Anyways I'm gonna get my hair done in july when my mom gets her taxes back. I'm having issues deciding on the colors. I just wanna know what would look best.

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how do i make a slide show on youtube without pictures?

Last friday, I went to our last school dance for eight grade before we go to high school. One of my friends who I've veiwed as such a sweet innocent (neglect the fact he's goth, he is/used to be one of the most caring guys i'd known and thought i could/did trust) but non the less a really sweet guy. But when i was at the dance all my friends and i were running around like manaics, and he decided to shove flowers down my bra >t of the night i was left trying not to run straight to the bathroom and bawl my eyes out, the thing that did it was, when we had to go... i was getting pretty tired of hugging him but it was to say goodbye, when we hugged he kinda -cries- groped me

A thick suffocating film of gray, washes back and forth like the ocean tides,

A blinding light emerges through, like a bullet, ripping through a chest,

Golden blades shoot through the damp ground, towering over the sprouting green, stretching towards the sky, always failing, never defeated.

Twisted trunk, bending, rocking, never falling,

Stretched out branches, shaking, thrashing, never snapping,

Vibrant leaves, wrestling, cheering, never crying,

Mingled grass, all shades of green and gold, swirling in the wind, never dying.

Dripping, dropping, falling, splashing, lost words floating in the rain,

Cracking, clapping, crashing, thudding, drumming, angry voices shouting in the thunder,

Ligthning tears the sky in half, just the beginning to the end.

I warned you a thousand times, I'm not afraid to fight back anymore...

I can't stand your angry screams, I can't take your hands around my throat, I can't handle these regretable tears I cry at night, I hate how you try to tear me apart from day to day even when your no where around...

Vengence flows through my faded veins tonight, in this broken home, you fight my mom, my heart is in my throat, as time becomes a time bomb impatiantly waiting to go off, words are spilt over the rim of my glass and I hold this heavy gun behind my back...

For all those times you touched me, for all those times you pushed me around, for all those times you threw words at my mother and hammered her into the wall like a nail, for all the things you've done to shake this family like a leaf on a tree, for all the times you've used us, just to throw us all away...

As you turn around I tighten my grip on this cold heartless gun, you stare at my mother with your wretched eyes and I feel like ripping you in half as you slam open your shiney new truck, I scream at you, my sister runs to her room crying...

The engine doesn't even cough as you violently start it, I hold this loaded gun, shaking it in my hand, i hold it to you, and this loaded gun becomes undone, my bullet tumbles out, propelling itself towards you, through the window it crashes, shattering the windsheild into a million shards...

Suddenly the engine roars and you peel out the drive way, glass quickly trailing behind, i cluth the shot gun in my hand and wander over to the hot bullet laying on the ground where your truck once was...

I shove it in my pocket and keep it there, waiting to see you again, because the next time I see you, your going to die...

They've all got, fake smiles, plastered to their plastic faces,

They all, put themselves above the rest, look in the mirror,

Anerexic, Bulemic, Beauty queens walk down a runway,

Pretty... Plastic... Faces...

They run with sissors in their hands, they drink nailpolish daily,

They choke on their foundation, they blind themselves with mascara,

Drowning in lipstick they powder their faces, break their noses, on a daily basis,

They forget themselves, leave behind their past, trash their future, the media steals their voices speaking for them...

Pretty... Pathetic... Faces...

Becoming picture perfect, never comes easy, flashing camaras, spray on tans, washable tatoos, hungry and starving, they look at their faces, shoved in magazines, their fake smiles propped on billboards... and they can only see their own pain, and they all laugh, as another joins, throwing her life away, ridding her of her human emotions... a photo is taken, a needle is stuck in, a face is rearranged... another life is created, another life made of plastic, another life taken by the camara...

PRETTY... PLASTIC... FACES...