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March 2004
The Mountain's Secret
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Name: Marie
aka: CityKat
aka: Bubbles
Age: 18 - eek! I'm old...
Birthday: December 13
Zodiac: Sagittarius
Location: The box that is campus.
Loves: RH;MIT, music, friends, the outdoors, all of my hometowns, critters, WAGGGS
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Chicken Soup For The Souless -What goes on in Jesse's brain, nobody knows...
In ThE Tub WiTh SquIsHy -Christina's log, so just keep swimming!.
Lean On Me -Regan's digital and cryonable shoulder.
Manitoulin Wannabe -The heart of the island's where her heart lies.
One Ring... -Ali's blog. Her straight forward is kinda crooked.
Random Thoughts -It’s Jeff! And the voices!.
Searching in the Darkness -Lex's blog, we'll force him to see dawn one of these days.
Somewhere Over the Rainbow -It’s Kuriosity!
Super Spidey -A cookie and a kiss.
The World of Cr0magnus -Tech Reincarnated
Undead and Confused -My favourite Cool Kid!
Moutains and Valleys
Fun Links
Chris's Site -Games, Pics, Jokes... He's got it. And BESS can't get him.
F-Concept! Oi!Oi!Oi! -Leader's only!... okay, and Josh and Bubble!
havesomehats -All I'm saying is; elephants, checkered people, and top hats.
Sinfest -Funny as Hell. Thanks to Lex for getting me hooked.
Too Far North (Awesome)!! -The best band there ever was! (Okay, that might be stetching it, but hey we love you guys!) It consists of a lack of independant brain power and a collective love for music!
Blog Shares -Who's winning today?
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Suddenly I find myself envious of a child. A young girl who was hated by all. Or so it appeared, maybe they feared her, maybe they loved her, maybe they just simply ignored her. The later it could never have been, for never have so many words been spoken out of ignorance, never has taunting and teasing had a target that just wasn’t there. Loved her? Barely possible. Their words scarred her, she lived, but grew up to forever wonder why they would say such things. Their actions bruised her, bruises heal, but as soon as hers were gone they made new ones. Feared her? The only thing they could have feared was the smile she wore everyday, even though sometimes her heart was far from smiling.
Suddenly I find myself envious of this girl. Envious of her. Envious of someone who knew the cruelty of the world. Knew nothing but love from her family. Knew that bruises healed, scars faded. The goddess knew she wore the proof herself. Envious of a child forced to grow up too young. Envious of a child who was taunted and teased. Envious of a child who was left to figure things out herself as no one ever had the time to help her. Envious of a child who knew not only pain and love, but love from someone who gave pain. Her world was never coloured in the simplicities of black and white, like that of other children. Never was her world simple, it was always filled with the hews of the rainbow. As she grew these hues darkened and lost themselves to shades of grey. Envious of colour.
Suddenly I find myself wondering why. Why would I be envious of this child? A child who’s life had never met the caress of a friend, never felt the touch of a lover, never heard the whisper of the wind, never painted with the colours of a heart. Why would I envy such a lonely child?
Maybe it’s because she could take the easy way out, she always had somewhere to run. Maybe it’s because her mind was never clouded with the thought of lovers and friends, of honesty and respect. Her morals were intact, and will forever remain so. Her respect involved no thought, it was shown to all, no one was too low to be respected, no one to high to rule over her. Lovers and friends had never existed. She had never known their joy. Why would I be envious of a child with so little? Why did a child with so little have so much?
It’s as if a shadow of my former self calls to me. As if I dream of reliving that life with all it’s horrors. But still a question remains... Why?
*hugs*
It's not true that life is one damn thing after another - it's one damn thing over and over. - Edna St. Vincent Millay
P.S. Thanks Ali and Tara. Love you guys. ATM Forever, I don't care what you say!
last modified Mar 13, 2004, 10:24 a
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hmm... *begins to wonder around your childhood*... *hugs*... that is one interesting girl... poor marie *hugs*...
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Iamweasel - March 12, 2004, 10:31 p
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