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Friday, November 11, 2005

I'm older by another year today... but I sure feel MUCH older than just a year.

Choir today was stressful. REALLY, stressful. By the time we reached Dunman for this...really sudden exchange, I was really, seriously freaking out. When we finally performed...well....let's not go into details, shall we? Just have to say that the first song Gloria really calmed me down quite a bit. I really thought we were going to die, but when we first started out...it really was not that bad...or so I thought, because the leaders all say that our performance suck today, but I really can't agree.

Rushed down 10 minutes late for my make-up swimming class today. Swam for two lessons before rushing home- quite tired.

So, happy 15th birthday to myself...(altough it's not exactly happy)
My coffin's still not up yet. No mood to write a complain letter now...

A short poem now... :

Sakhoriano Motaoi /part II

A letter for the living,
Written by the dead.
A note that is decieving,
Laced in words of hate.

Look deeper and search again,
Piece the pieces slowly together,
Find the path of he two worlds,
And get lost, in this timeless place...

Lavonia

sharon was alone 10:52 PM

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