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♥ You’ve got me dancin’ to the beat of an old, lost tune again. ♥ All I’ve got is pocket change and a cigarette for me and you. I don’t have much to say, You know that much is true. I’m shut up and dazing at the stars, wishing they didn’t make me feel so blue. I’m stuck and distant, but you’re sweet and wicked. I’m cold as ice and you’re as soft as snow. I’ll shake my head and you’ll say, “Let’s go.” ♥ You’ve got me singing to the radio and chasing after wispy clouds again. ♥ I’m taken by your eyes but your voice

I love you more than my heart can take even though we both ache. I never want to see those tears-- never put you through those fears. I love the gleam in your eyes; a love so pure and so disguised. I'll never know how you feel but to me dear you are surreal.

When I was studying for my current position, I was a young man named Tallmadge Barfield. At that time, about half of the women in the United States participated in abortion, resulting from a large amount of unplanned pregnancies. Children who weren’t aborted typically ended up in foster care by the parent because they had no use for the child, had no means to take care of the child, or had no time for the child. Very few used abortion in the responsible way, but that is what led me to my current profession, so I can’t complain. No, there is no room for me to complain. After all, it’s a win-win situation; I get to do what I e

Dawn is approaching. These thoughts--meager, fleeting--danced across pulled curtains. The final walk--the last chance--taken down narrow halls just to fall down again. It's been too long; it's too late to fix this patch. Dawn is creeping. Its pace seems so much faster--so soon. Rough rope flies up, falling over a strong pipe. Knot it. Make it tight. Only one chance to get it right. Stretch the noose. Step up onto the ledge. Dawn's waking glimpse watches as life collapses hovering over the horizon by its head. Oh why is it that Dawn must watch life expire without tears to shed?

Render them helpless-- Its nothing but a statistic. Nothing real to the poison killing the defenseless. Nothing real to juristic. Do the bodies even matter? Or have we misused our God-given power? Sit back and enjoy; its a part of your career ladder. Let the master watch as the masses cower. Is there a benefit to this crucifiction? Is there a world dictated to bloodless perfection? Is there a human without the thought to result to fiction? Is there a thought with selfless indulgion? Lets go a day without saying a lie-- A day for creation to bleed. A day for us to fall over and die. A day for the masses to feed. Maybe we'll cha

I'm coming to-- so long over due to realize now how I feel about you. The sound that seems to play When I'm with you never strays, but the melody seems so grey without you to lead the way. And they say we're too young to know but when I was young my heart was strung and sewn from a sadness that came to be. Is there an age for love, but no limit to pain? It's how you seem to see the mask It's how you fix me with a smile-cast It's how you brighten everything so fast; it's how you look at me that makes it last. What if we're young-- what'll that change? Some time to adjust, to learn our ways? No, we're not too young to tast

                                        How are you? I am fine, thank you.                                                                       Stop lying…                                    How was your weekend? It was great, tons of fun!                                                Besides the nights I spent crying….                                  Are you sure you’re okay? Yeah, of course I am fine.                                                    No I’m not I am in so much pain….                                Can you imagine being alone? No, that would be horrible!              

Getting called my birth name, to me, is like being understated and rewarded only for the things I achieved early in life (which was nothing). Becoming Baylor was a lot more different than anyone will ever understand. I was able to become myself and stop being a copy to my family traditions and social guidelines. Some people prefer to renew themselves through personal things that are not protruded through names, but I named myself as a goal set and a way of starting anew. Baylor was a revolution for myself. When I am called my birth name, I feel like I am back in that spot that I was when I was a child. I feel like my achievements disappear in

We all start out as a little image of our parental guardian desires. We wear the clothes, suck the bottles, eat the food and learn the morals of the ones we see as parents. But when it comes to a desire of yourself, breaking free of the chains of out parents, what do you do? Are you supposed to tell your parents that you're different than their wanting? Are you supposed to hide? Are you really going to have to stand up, scream and shout, and rebel yourself against those that you love just to achieve the things that you want? In a lot of cases, our parents are the ones who will tie us down the most. You grow up to be the standards that they wa