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Name: Hailey
Country: United States
State: Texas
Metro: San Antonio
Birthday: 4/21/1988
Interests: Reading, History, Politics and Political Theory, public speaking, philosophy, music...
Expertise: Being silly, talkative, serious, melancholy, introspective, hyper, wierd, or whatever mood strikes my fancy. I'm an expert at being moody.
Occupation: Living my Life
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Member Since:
5/26/2005
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| One of my professors thinks I have enough talent to study poetry at Grad school. I was so thrilled that he thought that of me and so I wrote him a letter expressing that. I also told him how much I needed to hear that. He responded that I have several in my corner. The Lord, him, and Esther Chua (another one of my professors).
Praise the Lord for encouraging professors who believe in your dreams when even you can't. | | |
| [I will not give up. I will not give up. I will not give up.] It's been a hard week and a bad day. The weekend is almost here, though. [I had to wear my red heels today so I'd feel powerful in a conversation I had to have, but I just ended up collapsing into my chair and crying instead.] I'm glad that God believes in lost causes because I am one if I've ever seen one. [And I only have a few more months before I graduate and then I'm going to sit down and cry for thanksgiving and sorrow for at least a week. ] 
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| I'm really happy these days. It's been a long time since I felt this peaceful, this happy, and this excited about my life and the things in it. A poem by me... ~~~~ there are melodies like your skin
very soft and achingly close that pull me
apart (and in) as my wholeness melts intoyou and-
collides against the great divides of your heart.
i break at your touch, your voice and eyes blend and hold-
me, with love, needing and longing, always.
mi estrellita, i clasp in my hand
to the first star i pray, no wishes on shooting stars.
the first i saw, the first i loved. please,
don't fall (away from me). | | |
| sparks (* and life begins—) rise flames , but then die. this is all. life = mean of * + loss + * + loss (*I am, *I am, *I am…) what I was — could be. I could be, I am…
I was waiting for— ( ) . 
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Many people wander up the hills from all around you
Making up your memories and thinking they have found you
They cover you with veils of wonder as if you were a bride
Young men holding violets are curious to know if you have cried
And tell you why
And ask you why
Any way you answer
~~~~~ And in the night the iron wheels rolling through the rain
Down the hills through the long grass to the sea
And in the dark the hard bells ringing with pain
Come away alone
Even now by the gate with your long hair blowing
And the colors of the day, that lie along your arms
You must barter your life to make sure you are living
And the crowd that has come
You give them the colors
And the bells and wind and the dream ~~~~ I'm trying very hard to not lock my heart away in a coffin right now, absent of love and therefore having much fear. And I just keep whispering God's word to my heart. | | |
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