*theloved1*

About *theloved1*

But sometimes I stand on the rooftop of my existence, arms stretched out, begging for more. That's when the stories show up in me. They find me all the time. They're made of footsteps...they're made of hunger and desire and trying to live decent. The only trouble is, I don't know which of those stories come first. Maybe they all just merge into one. We'll see, I guess. I'll let you know when I decide.

Profile of *theloved1*

  • Age : 17
  • Gender : Female
  • Country : USA, Missouri
  • Joined : Jan 25, 2005
  • Last Visit : 19 years ago
  • Poems : 23
  • Comments : 6
  • Quotes : 8
  • Posts : 3
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Latest Poems By *theloved1*

Latest Quotes By *theloved1*

  • Seeing is not believing. believing is tasting, touching, hearing, and breathing, THEN seeing.

    19 years ago
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  • It's just as easy to find somthing beautiful in something ugly as it is to find something ugly in something beautiful.

    19 years ago
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  • The next time life throws a dodgeball at you, catch it and throw it back in his face.

    19 years ago
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