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Name: Eric
Location: Hot Springs, Arkansas, United States
Birthday: 4/3/1987
Gender: Male
Interests: God, school, and I like to act, and blah, and blah blah blah, and w0rd, and does anyone really read this? Peace out.
Expertise: Not too much of anything
Occupation: Student
Industry: Education/Research
Message: message me
AIM:  PrimeMinizter
Yahoo:  PrimeMinizter
Member Since:
1/25/2005
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| For those that keep up with me on MySpace, you've probably already read this... I loved you
I needed you
But you threw it all away
I don't know if it'll ever be the same
I watched as we parted to our own ways
My life with you was everything
Without you I have nothing
I feel like I'm on a carousel
Going around in neverending circles
Never reaching the ground
I've found life to be difficult
As I took each and every one of your insults
Can't believe this is going to be the result
Of something that started out so well
I loved you
I needed you
But I'm letting you know
That I've let you go
No more pain
No more strain
No more crying
Just dancing in the rain
Laughing with every breath I take
Knowing that you can't break me
If anything you've helped make me
Better and I am no longer bitter
Thanks for everything and know
I loved you
I needed you
And I can never forget you
But I can let you go
And I have... | | |
| Watching Big Daddy and relaxing...Doesn't get much better. | | |
| First, let me ask for your forgiveness Xanga, sorry I've thrown you over for MySpace, but here's a brand NEW entry, that not even MySpace will get! I had some things to say, but after reading a couple of other things, I figure it's better if I just keep my mouth shut...I can not believe I just said that... | | |
| I hate being lied to. I mean, honestly, I try to be there for so many, but I just can't do it all the time. I don't want the life that so many choose to lead, they claim I should try it, but honestly I just feel that they've allowed themselves to be pulled so far down in their own demise, they want me to help pull them out, but they do it the wrong way. They choose to tell me how great it is and they want me to try things, too, only they don't think, just like how they got there, they didn't think, they forget that if you are pulled into it, too, you're both stuck. Then who pulls you out? God? Who are we kidding, God would help us, He's always there to help us, but we certaintly do not like to ask God for help, why, because, in doing so, we have to admit we were wrong and no one wants to admit to that. That could harm our reputation or even worse, actually show who we really are. The reason people fear exposing themselves is simple, they know what they think of others who are doing the same things, so they put up a wall, one that not only blocks, but it pushes anyone and everything away that is intended to help. It's hard for us to realize when people are tearing us down and when they are merely attempting to tear down the walls that we've methodically weaved, oh so very well. There's a point of what feels to be no return, in reality, that's nothing more than an excuse to keep one's self from coming to grasps with what is actually going on. Sighs, I'm going to stop before I keep going.... | | |
| Wow, according to wikipedia, Jesus died on my birthday. This makes me feel kind of strange, I mean, I didn't kill him, well I did, but not, because I was born the day he died or something. I would like to meet the scholar who came up with this date...
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