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♥ brenda


Hello, my name is Brenda by birth. I really like dressin up. I love books and photography. I hate lizards, insects, things that slime or crawl.Neither do i like gore or violent films.

AM WATCHING MY LIFE FROM FIFTY FEET.

And nope, im not delusional.
not yet

screams
Thursday, August 14, 2008
ever wondered how it feels to have the person you love most tell you that he doubts your love?
telling you that you might just love him like he is any other guy,cause you just need to love someone.
having him doubt you being faithful.

why does it occur to me that everyone can have a bloody perfect fairy tale love story?
all but me.
why some guys can do so much for a girl and yet others do nothing .
have i been expecting too much?
just a message.
just a call.
just a little love

is it that hard?
does he love me enough to do that.
love me enough to leave me less heartbroken,
yet chose to walk off when i'm totally wrecked.
not once not twice.

i will be there to hold you up when you fall.
keep you away from everything bad.
would you even call if the sky falls?
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when can you tell me you cannot let me go,and tell me you've dropped the whole idea?
i know the answer- N-E-V-E-R.
when can i hold the hands that held me so tight before?
this may not happen again.
when can i just go out and have fun?
when will i be hearing from you?
whatever happens happens.
( i don't buy that,i make it happen)