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Wednesday, December 14th, 2005
Life
I just have one question, What does our lives mean? Why are we here in this time and age? What is our purpose? And the most important one, Will we ever find that one true love? Where will we meet our "Soul Mates?" That is what i am askin you. Please replay i want to know. Thank you
Posted By Rocker_chick87 @ 12:20 PM | Comments: 2 |
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Thursday, September 8th, 2005
Death
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, Creeps in this petty pacefrom day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools the way to dusty death. Out, out brief candle. Life's but a walking shado; a poor player, That struts and Frets his hour upon the stage. And then is heard no more; it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing.
Posted By Rocker_chick87 @ 1:43 PM | Comments: 1 |
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