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She always comes back, Here i am sitting thinking what a fool i am. To fall for you. You told me you loved me,that you were not like the rest. But here i am with tears running down my chest . She came back. She came back. What could i have done to not have this be just the same. So here i am alone again because she came back. She always comes back. I always end upbeing second best.You said you were not like the rest. Here i am alone again. Woundering when my chance will come what has my life become. Shattered dreams broken wings. Because she always comes back.. mp 2-29-08

----------------- Bulletin Message ----------------- From: ♥"ALEXIS MARIE♥ Date: Aug 1, 2007 2:45 AM -----------------
From: ~*~TONYA~*~
Date: Jul 31, 2007 9:33 PM


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From: Toojie 2.6+K
Date: Jul 31, 2007 8:41 AM


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MICHAEL VICK ; YOU SCREWED UP BIG TIMEE .




DO YOU REALLY THINK, THAT BILLIONS OF DOLLARS COLLECTED FROM PITBULL TERRIER FIGHTS ; ARE REALLY WORTH AS MUCH AS THIS ? .........











.....MAYBE THIS ?











SO NOT EVEN THIS, HUH? ....










MOST DEFINATELY NOT.
NO AMOUNT OF MONEY IS WORTH THE PAIN & SUFFERAGE OF THESE INNOCENT DOGS. I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU MAY THINK, IT'S WHAT US CARING PEOPLE KNOW. KNOW, THAT BRINGING UP PITBULLS FOR FIGHTING, JUST ISN'T RIGHT. PITBULLS SHOULD BE BOUGHT INTO THIS WORLD, INTO A WELCOMING ENVIROMENT & PL ACED WTH A CARING FAMILY WHO WILL DO THEIR BEST TO TAKE CARE OF IT, & MAKE IT A FAMILY MEMBER OF THEIR OWN. GIVE THEM ATTENTION, LOVE, SUPPORT.






Pitbulls ARE NOT NATURAL-BORN KILLERS. It is at the OWNER'S FAULT, as to wether or not the pitbull BECOMES one, due to wether or not it's been HARSHLY ABUSED, or just not trained properly .





Pitbulls, really, are as SWEET as can be ;
below are pictures of pitbulls who were bred in a SAFE & peaceful, caring enviroment.




















THEY'RE AS GENTLE & LOVING AS EVER.........




















So what I'm asking is....how could you take this :

















....& want to have it turn out lilke this....












...............??????????...







how about this... ?









SO I GUESS IN THE END..IT ALL COMES DOWN TO THIS ; IS THIS RIGHT?? THESE MAY NOT BE YOUR PETS
, BUT THEY ONCE WERE, TO SOMEBODY ELSE. TAKE A LOOK AT YOUR PET RIGHT NOW. LOOK AT YOUR DOG...WOULD YOU TOLERATE THIS HAPPENING TO HIM/HER ? DEFINATELY NOT. WHY NOT STEP IN & TAKE ACTION, TO HELP SOMEONE ELSE'S PET JUST LIKE YOURS?







This is INHUMANE....







**REPOST IF YOU HAVE A DAMN HEART .**





The Value of Time To realize The value of a sister/brother Ask someone Who doesn't have one. To realize The value of ten years: Ask a newly Divorced couple. To realize The value of four years: Ask a graduate. To realize The value of one year: Ask a student who Has failed a final exam. ! To realize The value of nine months: Ask a mother who gave birth to a stillborn. To realize The value of one month: Ask a mother who has given birth to A premature baby. To realize The value of one week: Ask an editor of a weekly newspaper. To realize The value of one minute: Ask a person Who has missed the train, bus or plane. To realize The value of one-second: Ask a person Who has survived an accident. Time waits for no one. Treasure every moment you have. You will treasure it even more when you can share it with someone special. To realize the value of a friend or family member: LOSE ONE. The origin of this letter is unknown, But it brings good luck to everyone who passes it on. Remember... Hold on tight to the ones you love! Do not keep this letter. Send it to friends & family to whom you wish good luck and don't forget the one who sent it to you! Peace, love and prosperity to all!
Please Hear What I'm Not Saying Don't be fooled by me. Don't be fooled by the face I wear for I wear a mask, a thousand masks, masks that I'm afraid to take off, and none of them is me. Pretending is an art that's second nature with me, but don't be fooled, for God's sake don't be fooled. I give you the impression that I'm secure, that all is sunny and unruffled with me, within as well as without, that confidence is my name and coolness my game, that the water's calm and I'm in command and that I need no one, but don't believe me. My surface may seem smooth but my surface is my mask, ever-varying and ever-concealing. Beneath lies no complacence. Beneath lies confusion, and fear, and aloneness. But I hide this. I don't want anybody to know it. I panic at the thought of my weakness exposed. That's why I frantically create a mask to hide behind, a nonchalant sophisticated facade, to help me pretend, to shield me from the glance that knows. But such a glance is precisely my salvation, my only hope, and I know it. That is, if it's followed by acceptance, if it's followed by love. It's the only thing that can liberate me from myself, from my own self-built prison walls, from the barriers I so painstakingly erect. It's the only thing that will assure me of what I can't assure myself, that I'm really worth something. But I don't tell you this. I don't dare to, I'm afraid to. I'm afraid your glance will not be followed by acceptance, will not be followed by love. I'm afraid you'll think less of me, that you'll laugh, and your laugh would kill me. I'm afraid that deep-down I'm nothing and that you will see this and reject me. So I play my game, my desperate pretending game, with a facade of assurance without and a trembling child within. So begins the glittering but empty parade of masks, and my life becomes a front. I idly chatter to you in the suave tones of surface talk. I tell you everything that's really nothing, and nothing of what's everything, of what's crying within me. So when I'm going through my routine do not be fooled by what I'm saying. Please listen carefully and try to hear what I'm not saying, what I'd like to be able to say, what for survival I need to say, but what I can't say. I don't like hiding. I don't like playing superficial phony games. I want to stop playing them. I want to be genuine and spontaneous and me but you've got to help me. You've got to hold out your hand even when that's the last thing I seem to want. Only you can wipe away from my eyes the blank stare of the breathing dead. Only you can call me into aliveness. Each time you're kind, and gentle, and encouraging, each time you try to understand because you really care, my heart begins to grow wings-- very small wings, very feeble wings, but wings! With your power to touch me into feeling you can breathe life into me. I want you to know that. I want you to know how important you are to me, how you can be a creator--an honest-to-God creator-- of the person that is me if you choose to. You alone can break down the wall behind which I tremble, you alone can remove my mask, you alone can release me from my shadow-world of panic, from my lonely prison, if you choose to. Please choose to. Do not pass me by. It will not be easy for you. A long conviction of worthlessness builds strong walls. The nearer you approach to me the blinder I may strike back. It's irrational, but despite what the books say about man often I am irrational. I fight against the very thing I cry out for. But I am told that love is stronger than strong walls and in this lies my hope. Please try to beat down those walls with firm hands but with gentle hands for a child is very sensitive. Who am I, you may wonder? I am someone you know very well. For I am every man you meet and I am every woman you meet. Charles C. Finn September 1966
Dance Of Terror by Justbleu Window panes come crashing down Amidst the tears and pain Vanishing hopes are gone and flew away Up above through twilight Shadows cast across the floor Reflections of the past Trembling thoughts of one Dwelling deep within the soul A mystical sense of reality Captured by the craze All in bewilderment Of the shock in the wave Creatures of the dimness Chattering amongst the green Everything slows in stillness What is this we see?
Our Deepest Fear Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented and fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure about you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others. Marianne Williamson
my kissing spot is... Libra : Under a tree. Sagittarius : In A Pool. Taurus: On a trampoline. Capricorn : In the hot tub Aquarius : In the Elevator Aries : On the beach Pisces : On The Kitchen Table. Gemini : Under the stars. Virgo : In a car. Leo : In the rain. Scorpio : Everywhere. Cancer : In the Bathroom.. Post as " My Kissing Spot Is____ " Repost This In..... 1 minute - You Will Be Getting A Kiss Tomorrow. 2 minutes - You Won't Get Kissed For 5 years
this is one of my favs. writer unknown.. I met a guy i loved so well, he sat a girl upon his knee and told her things he didn't tell me. I ran straight home that night, not a word to mother i said. My dad came home late that night,looking for me left and right,up the stairs he ran ,my door he broke and there he found me hanging from a rope. and on the floor this not..... DIG MY GRAVE DIG IT DEEP AND PLACE A STATUE AT MY FEET AND ON THE STATUE PLACE A DOVE TO SHOW THIS WORLD I DIED FOR LOVE...,
You're the PEANUT to my BUTTER, You're the STAR to my BURST, You're the M to my M, You're the POP to my TART, You're the MILKY to my WAY, You're the FRUIT to my LOOP, You're the MILK to my DUDS, You're the LUCKY to my CHARMS, You're the ICE to my CREAM, You're the GHETTO to my BOOTY, but mostly.... you're the BEST to my FRIEND If I happened to show up on your door step crying, would you care? If I called you and asked you to pick me up because something happened, would you come? If I had one day left, to live my life. Would you be part of that last day? If I needed a shoulder to cry on, would you give me yours? This is a test to see who's your real friends are or if you are just some one to talk to you when they're bored. . . Send this to everybody on your list including the person who sent it to you. I just did....because you are my friend. First I like u, then I loved u, Now I'm afraid to lose u. p.s a friend sent this to me thought yaall might like it..
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