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Apr. 16th, 2005 @ 01:51 pm
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Idea of a Friend
In kindergarten your idea of a good friend was the person who let you have the red crayon when all that was left was the ugly black one.
In first grade your idea of a good friend was the person who went to the bathroom with you and held your hand as you walked through the scary halls.
In second grade your idea of a good friend was the person who helped you stand up to the class bully.
In third grade your idea of a good friend was the person who shared their lunch with you when you forgot yours on the bus.
In fourth grade your idea of a good friend was the person who was willing to switch square dancing partners in gym so you wouldn't have to be stuck do-si-do-ing with Nasty Nicky or Smelly Susan.
In fifth grade your idea of a friend was the person who saved a seat on the back of the bus for you.
In sixth grade your idea of a friend was the person who went up to Nick or Susan, your new crush, and asked them to dance with you, so that if they said no you wouldn't have to be embarrassed.
In seventh grade your idea of a friend was the person who let you copy the social studies homework from the night before that you had.
In eighth grade your idea of a good friend was the person who helped you pack up your stuffed animals and old baseball cards so that your room would be a "high schooler's" room, but didn't laugh at you when you finished and broke out into tears.
In ninth grade your idea of a good friend was the person who went to that "cool" party thrown by a senior so you wouldn't wind up being the only freshman there.
In tenth grade your idea of a good friend was the person who changed their schedule so you would have someone to sit with at lunch.
In eleventh grade your idea of a good friend was the person who gave you rides in their new car, convinced your parents that you shouldn't be grounded, consoled you when you broke up with Nick or Susan, and found you a date to the prom.
In twelfth grade your idea of a good friend was the person who helped you pick out a college, assured you that you would get into that college, helped you deal with your parents who were having a hard time adjusting to the idea of letting you go.
At graduation your idea of a good friend was the person who was crying on the inside but managed the biggest smile one could give as they congratulated you.
The summer after twelfth grade your idea of a good friend was the person who helped you clean up the bottles from that party, helped you sneak out of the house when you just couldn't deal with your parents, assured you that now that you and Nick or you and Susan were back together, you could make it through anything, helped you pack up for college and just silently hugged you as you looked through blurry eyes at 18 years of memories you were leaving
behind, and finally on those last days of childhood, went out of their way to come over and send you off with a hug, a lot of memories, reassurance that you would make it in college as well as you had these past 18 years, and most importantly sent you off to college knowing you were loved.
Now, your idea of a good friend is still the person who gives you the better of the two choices, holds your hand when you're scared, helps you fight off those who try to take advantage of you, thinks of you at times when you are not there, reminds you of what you have forgotten, helps you put the past behind you but understands when you need to hold on to it a little longer, stays with you so that you have confidence, goes out of their way to make time for you, helps you clear up your mistakes, helps you deal with pressure from others, smiles for you when they are sad, helps you become a better person, and most importantly loves you!
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peace out--
LYSS |
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Feb. 25th, 2005 @ 12:26 pm
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I see you're true colors shinning through I see your true colors and that why I love you
I see your (one for the ghetto) true colors shinning through (straight up) I see your true (I am make it out) colors and that's why I love you…
Yo father forgive we all trying to survive were we live
I'd rather feed the homeless and take time talk to the kids
Show them that life ain't no walk on the bridge
Damn as hard it is when I be dreaming I be talking to Big
In my hood it ain't no yellow brick road you hear the shots echo
Sneakers hanging from a telephone poll
In my ghetto there aint no rainbow or pots o gold
But there was love from the family when times were cold
I sit an analyze the world from my roof seen the hope in the eyes of the trouble youth
A good killa kept a burner in his bubble goose a mother less child lost in these streets lose
In the murder days these are rainy days my man got poped at an early age
His college fund saved flipped into his grave they say the good die young were headed for them pearly gates
I see you're true colors shinning through I see your true colors and that why I love you
I see your true colors shinning through I see your true colors and that's why I love you…
Yo they say this love wasn't meant to be
Two people from different worlds we wasn't be
It must have been faith you were sent to me
Will make it threw these hard times eventually
The standard fight brought by faith not by sight
We all the same color when u turn out the lights
I take the sunshine with the pain
Grab my Sara gone sad that when it rains
No French kept the food on the window pain
We all breath the same air so we all the same
I am trapped in this ghetto maze trying to make it out
If you don't know me don't judge me what you talking bout
I am dividable by broken dreams
Single moms you my heroes you my queens
To get my mom out the hood that is my hopes and dreams
to reach my son to be a solja by any means
I see you're true colors shinning through I see your true colors and that why I love you
I see your true colors shinning through I see your true colors and that's why I love you… |
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Feb. 14th, 2005 @ 08:09 pm
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woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo valentines day sucksCurrent Mood:  curious |
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Nov. 21st, 2004 @ 06:27 pm
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hott stuph 411: we didnt really do anything
hott stuph 411: sept like
hott stuph 411: u know
FvEceNtCreEk3: yes
FvEceNtCreEk3: haha
hott stuph 411: but he didnt
FvEceNtCreEk3: right
hott stuph 411: we just
FvEceNtCreEk3: yeah
hott stuph 411: :-*
hott stuph 411: yea ...
wow drew.... i love how all i have to say is one word and we kno what were talkin boutCurrent Mood:  content my current "tunes": fallout boy |
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You are 47% Capricorn
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Your Stripper Name is: Decadence
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Your Porn Star Name is: Auntie Tata
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It's Not Sex. It's ... :
Rockin the Casbah
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Your Girl Parts Are Named: Little Sister
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Your Boobies' Names Are: The Bazoombas
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Current Mood:  blah my current "tunes": lost in you- sugarcult |
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