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Think about the love inside the strength of heart
Think about the heroes saving life in the dark
Climbing higher through the fire, time was running out
Think about the chance I never had to say
Thank you for giving up your life that day
Never fearing, only hearing voices calling out
Let it all go, the life that you know, just to bring it down alive
Be Strong
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Don't be shy. Cause I'm not. heh D:
I thought I saw the bumble bee.
Ah well. It's gonna be just you and me.
Ready?
Stay put where you are. Keep your soul and keep your heart. I'm loving y o u.
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Hello, I am Jessica.
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do F a s h i o n related work/studies.
have a MAJOR CRUSH/INTEREST/FLING with branding and marketing related works/studies
am an art person. maybe has a flair but the talent is shaky and unstable. but recognises the depth of personal potential for arts. (:
I'm kinda brilliant. Mental note that aights? (:
Loves: Almost everyone.
Hates: Nothing really. Until you really know me i guess. (:
Jess kinda rocks; like big time ._.
nobody said its wrong, so we dont ask why
4:00 AM Tuesday, November 06, 2007
i dreamt. not big. but vividly. it got so surrealingly real that it toppled my ability to differentiate between the reality and the not. the dream is not haphazard. its not confusing. it got so blatant, so straight to the point that i got so scared. this is the first time i am scared. first time anything/ anyone can just shook my soul up and break my impregnable parapet down.her fleeting smiles. ching's comforting words. and you in the background going further than where i can think you would. and not looking back. you left. with a face beside you.im left with the question : how much more am i left with reality? how much more can i hide? where else can this fear stay where it already is and leave me for what it is?i hate being vulnerable. but its inevitable isnt it?i should pack my feelings and head forward. this is a plain nightmare.for all i know, and for all i care. my guard is never up for what i am in school. but i got the most naked truth thawing its beautiful exterior before my very own eyes, and clamping me with so many rules and regulations. politics they say. but i am never one. i dont even dream about it. and here it is, restricting me.i wonder my feather is for real. maybe subconciously, i know something about life in school will cripple me and clip my wings. and now i need to take flight but im marked and hindered.old english time. goth. victorian. bricks. bricked roads. winding road and stone architectural buildings that are classed according. family feuds masked under cold indifference. a magnifying glass, a shoulder cape, checks and Holmes.theres a story in the old telephone booth. romance, comedy, suspense and even horror. you are free to interpret any story once you are inside the booth. its the world you are in control of. that moment belongs to you, momentarily.but, being me. i stand in the phone booth to look at the dull brilliant thing outside on the winding bricked road that's within the narrowscape of the cold buildings with null feelings.in that scenario, it cannot emit very bright light to guide anyone at all. but it still serves as a light source and a comforting act to those who need guidance to walk through the complete darkness at night.for what i wanna tattoo, its not random. its not just because i like it to be tattooed. and partially cause i agree its my style part; then again, i have more story besides that. and trust me, i'm still racking my brains about it.one day i will get it. one mighty fine day. (:cried and grew.
Don't be shy really. I know you are itching to say something. Just try to sound clever aights? (:
Let it all go, the life that you know, just to bring it down alive
Put your heart here. D E P O S I T
We have soul, though not all are soldiers.
In memory. Let's try tracing back history and continue to make wonderful history worthy of mention.
Call the police. They are helpful though they sound sick of the world. (: They may just keep you safe.