...this is just me, just another girl, and if I could sing, if I could dance, if I could have one more chance, I'd still have this life, because its the one I've lived..
28/4/06
What dose it mean to be beautiful?
If beauty is on the inside, what is the word for the outside? For surely, they can not be one in the same, they are too different. For though, a rose of any other name may smell as sweet, if every flower was called a rose; roses would loose there status.
Bubbly, indecisive, cuddly and random, me bundled up into an assortment of repeated words. Life is interesting, I seem to be saying it more and more regularly these days. About me? I desire to live an extraordinary life, just as close to Gods will as I can find. I write because its the way I process life. I love words, and I love their possibilities. But as for spelling, lets just say I'm creative all round.
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