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hmmm about me huh?<br />
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ok<br />
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name: not telling ^_^<br />
age: 15 (16 in dec.) <br />
hair: blondish it changes alot o.o<br />
eyes: blown almost black <br />
hobby: barrel racing anything outside just about <br />
datin: im taken <br />
cell: got one but not telling you lol<br />
state: Alabama <br />
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movies hmmm anything scary biggrin <br />
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music rock and country mainly<br />
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im emo/country (odd mix i know) ^_^<br />
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fuck with my friends/family your life wont be worth living <br />
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ummm anything else hmmm have a nice day? biggrin <br />
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PICS OF THE RODEOS XD<br />
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------------------Girls <br />
------------are like apples <br />
--------on trees. The best ones <br />
------are at the top of the tree <br />
----The boys dont want to reach <br />
---for the good ones because they <br />
-are afraid of falling and getting hurt. <br />
Instead, they just get the rotten apples <br />
-from the ground that aren't as good, <br />
but easy. So the apples at the top think <br />
-something is wrong with them, when in <br />
--reality, they're amazing. They just <br />
---have to wait for the right boy to <br />
----- come along, the one who's <br />
----------- brave enough to <br />
-----------------climb all <br />
----------------- the way <br />
-----------------to the top <br />
----------------of the tree <br />
__♥__♥_____♥__♥__ Put This <br />
_♥_____♥_♥_____♥_ Heart <br />
_♥______♥______♥_ On Your <br />
__♥_____/______♥__ Page If <br />
___♥_________♥___ You Had <br />
____♥___/___♥____ Your Heart <br />
______♥__♥____ Broken<br />
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IF U ARE AGAINST ABORTION PLZ PUT THIS ON UR PRO...thxs MONTH ONE: Mommy, I am only 4 inches long, but I have all my organs. I love the sound of your voice. The sound of your heart beat is my favorite lullaby. MONTH TWO: Mommy, Today I learned how to suck my thumb. If you could see me, you could definitely tell that I am a baby. I'm not big enough to survive outside my home, though. It is so nice and warm in here. MONTH THREE: You know what, Mommy? I'm a boy!! I hope that makes you happy. I always want you to be happy. I don't like it when you cry. You sound so sad. It makes me sad, too, and I cry with you even though you can't hear me. MONTH FOUR: Mommy, my hair is starting to grow. It is very short and fine, but I will have a lot of it. I spend a lot of my time exercising. I can turn my head and curl my fingers and toes and stretch my arms and legs. I am becoming quite good at it, too. MONTH FIVE: You went to the doctor today. Mommy, he lied to you. He said that I'm not a baby. I am a baby, Mommy... your baby. I think and feel. Mommy, what's abortion? MONTH SIX: I can hear that doctor again. I don't like him. He seems cold and heartless. Something is intruding my home. The doctor called it a needle. Mommy what is it? It burns! Please make him stop! I can't get away from it! Mommy! HELP me! MONTH SEVEN Mommy, I am okay. I am in Jesus' arms. He is holding me. He told me about abortion. Why didn't you want me, Mommy? now what are u doing all the way down there?????? - Avg. rating:
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The reason I
just want to
die... - How I feel.
- Poetry And Lyrics
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My love for Thy
Romeo made me
write him a
poem. - My Romeo
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