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Gepost op donderdag 03 juli 2008, 06u50
------One day your life will flash before your eyes. Make sure it's worth watching.
As we grow up we learn that even the one person that wasn't supossed to ever let you down, probably will. You will have your Heart broken, probably more than once & It gets harder every time. You'll break hearts too, so remember when it felts when yours was broken. You'll fight and lose with your best friend. You'll blame a new love, for things an old one did. You'll cry because time is passing too fast, and you'll eventually lose someone you loved. Every moment, every step you take is special. And remember that it will never come back. So enjoy taking those steps too. Try to think about the things that you'll miss when they are eventually gone, And love them as long you can. Life isn't about the people around you, it's about you and what you make of it around you. Remember that it's worth taking risks, and that it's worth taking changes. Live in the future and keep the past in your memories. Have no regrets, but forgive. Soo It's Ok to take too many Pictures, to laugh louder, to hug harder, to smile bigger or to love like you're never been hurt. Because every sixty seconds you spend upset is a minute of happiness you'll never get back.
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Gepost op zondag 29 juni 2008, 08u25
Gewijzigd op dinsdag 01 juli 2008, 12u41
------------------Westlife - The Rose
Some say love, it is a river, that drowns the tender reed.
Some say love it is a razor, that leaves your soul to bleed.
Some say love it is a hunger, an endless aching need.
I say love it is a flower, And you it's only seed.
It's the heart afraid of breaking, that never learns to dance.
It's the dream, afraid of waking. That never takes the chance.
It's the one, who won't be taken, Who can not seem to give.
And the soul afraid of dying, that never learns to live.
When the night has been too lonely And the road has been too long.
And you think that love is only for the lucky and the strong,
Just remember in the winter, Far beneath the bitter snow,
lives a seed, that with the sun's love, In the spring becomes the rose.
Some say love it is a razor, that leaves your soul to bleed.
Some say love it is a hunger, an endless aching need.
I say love it is a flower, And you it's only seed.
It's the heart afraid of breaking, that never learns to dance.
It's the dream, afraid of waking. That never takes the chance.
It's the one, who won't be taken, Who can not seem to give.
And the soul afraid of dying, that never learns to live.
When the night has been too lonely And the road has been too long.
And you think that love is only for the lucky and the strong,
Just remember in the winter, Far beneath the bitter snow,
lives a seed, that with the sun's love, In the spring becomes the rose.
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Gepost op zaterdag 28 juni 2008, 15u53
Gewijzigd op zondag 29 juni 2008, 07u39
------Not a single ounce of worry, shown upon our glowing face. For the only thing that mattered, was that we were in our place.
We were with the ones we cared for, and they always cared right back.
Together was what mattered, keeping everyone on track.
Together was what mattered, keeping everyone on track.
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Gepost op zaterdag 28 juni 2008, 15u31
Gewijzigd op dinsdag 01 juli 2008, 12u41
It's called Love, And we Kinda need it.
Waarom beginnen we eraan als we toch weten dat de zinloze woordjes 'voor altijd' maar tijdelijk zijn, of zelfs een compleet leugen. Iedereen zal het zich op een moment afvragen, en we weten het allemaal zo goed, maar toch kan het ons niet schelen, toch zegt er een deel van ons op dat moment dit gaat nooit meer stuk en dat deel overwint. We maken onszelf iets wijs. Maar het lijkt precies wat we nodig hebben. Nooit zullen die momenten van ons afgenomen worden, toch wil je ze op een dag vergeten. Toch wil je er een tijdje niet meer aan denken. Anders doet het diep in ons pijn. We doen het onszelf aan, denk ik dan. Het is niets meer dan een hart dat niet gebroken wil worden, en dan heel uiteindelijk gebroken word. Zonder kunnen we niet, en we blijven ernaar zoeken. We blijven erop hopen. En dat is precies wat we nodig hebben. Waarom zouden we dan niet ? Of waarom zouden we dan wel ? Ik weet het niet.
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Gepost op vrijdag 27 juni 2008, 12u06
Gewijzigd op donderdag 03 juli 2008, 07u16