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my name is Angela, and im in high school. i love writing poetry and short stories. I love reading Fantasy books. my favorites are... Eragon Eldest Inkheart Inkspell The Warrier Heir The Wizard Heir Maximum Ride 1, 2, & 3 Faerie Wars The Purple Emperor Ruler of the Realm Tru Colors series (Melody Carlson) if anyone else is writing a novel, i will be intrested in reading it.
I found this weird white stuff growing on a shirt I haven't worn in about two years. What is it?
I have this polyester/cotton shirt I haven't worn in a couple of years, and there is something growing on it. It looks like cotton fibers stuck to it. It doesn't look like a spider web (unless it's a different type?) There aren't any holes in it...But it definitely wasn't there before. What is growing on my shirt? It's definitely not lint or anything.
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Say I'm on a public computer, and I want to download music. Is there a way it can be done, if I cant download frostwire or limewire or any programs like that?
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2 AnswersFacebook1 decade agoits raining. wat do you think about?
whenever it rains, do you ever think about somebody you like, and where they are at that moment? do you wish they were there with you?
it happens to be raining right now. i was just wondering what rain makes you think of.
7 AnswersPolls & Surveys1 decade agoHow do you like my poem?
Not the same
Poems are never the same
Once they are shared with someone
No longer a closed door with a dangling key
Tempting them to its endless possibilities
But once opened
It’s never quite the same again
It’s beauty has been beheld
And now it lies on the ground,
Dried up
Half dead
Unless its maker breathes new life into it again
And it can soar like it did before
Free and unchained
Alive
5 AnswersPoetry1 decade ago