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deb
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my heart aches for you, love- as i count the days until your return, i almost don't want to let my heart believe it's true- all these "what if"s float in my mind, and i believe i would break if you somehow could not come to me. my arms miss the feel of you- my lips cannot wait to meet yours once more- in sixteen days i will be your wife and i'm not even afraid- i know in my heart i won't lose you we'll always be together, and happy, mostly. until that day so far from now, until i am truly yours, i wait in happy silence, my knees bouncing, that quirky grin playing at the corners of my mouth- because i know i'm yours and it's only 16 days until i can SHOUT it to the world!! 16 days, and i just know they won't go fast enough-
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the age i am now, it's such a gangly age, sixteen. long stalks for legs, not quite formed into the voluptorous feminine masterpieces they are meant to be... hair always half curled, half straight in the attempt to get that sideways look from the boy out in the hall. drinking only to get drunk, cuz all your friends do it, sex on the weekend, or whenever you can get it, simply because you can. a car and lipstick and trying to eat things that are "healthy" even though you know that you'll have a piece of pizza at the party saturday.
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squint
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anything but gangly for me. Fits better than fifteen. bubble gum and pink frosting. not me, just the number, I think.
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lyrical reference system
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sixteen No Doubt tragic kingdom You've been a juvenile With a dolphin smile With no elbow room With your body in bloom You've had your little backyard Protected by big walls You didn't dare look over 'Cause you've been too small Now you're finally sixteen And you feelin' old But they won't believe That you got a soul 'Cause you're only sixteen And you're feeling real But you can't seem to cop a feel Why do they have to force us Through this metamorphose Little butterfly No matter how you try You'll be segregated You're gonna be closed off You're callow and you're green 'Cause you're caught between You're only sixteen Try to cross the line But your little wings are intertwined You're only sixteen And you're such a tease And there's nothing you do That can really please "These children They're not really bad most of them They're just products Of rotten neighborhoods And bad family situations" You know you can't forsake it So sit back and take it You see you're just not ripe So don't try and fight that You're only sixteen You wanna catch a peek But they look at you Like you're such a freak Well you're only sixteen With a lot to say But they won't give you The time of day You're only sixteen! You're only sixteen! You're just sixteen!! You poor little thing.
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I will be 16 in four days!! Im so excited I just want to drive
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silentbob
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16 candles is on tv
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my 16th birthday... i was finally allowed to date! from my mother i received an enormous, cedar 'hope chest'. it still sits at the foot of my bed. did anyone else here receive one of these? it is a tradition in my family (the Duncan side) that every female receives the chest on her 16th birthday. it is filled with hope (treasured items or blessed staples that will be taken along into your new home, upon marriage). the chest traditionally resides in the boudoir. receiving the chest is yet another leap into womanhood. to me it meant that my mother was finally letting go of her little girl. my chest now sometimes holds sweaters, journals, scrapbooks, love letters and anything else that i think needs a blessing. ...and i love the smell of cedar!
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screwing for virginity
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i hated being 16. but i loved that year in highschool, just not me. im a freak so most of the physical crap was finished happening, but my mind was still a bit imature (and still is now, two years later).
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splash of orange
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swirls of smoke follow me trying to convince but not succeeding j a m i e is a name, a word. j a m i e is on a blue screen in unjumbled lavender j a m i e is someone i talk to and feel like i can't possibly convey the thoughts of wonder that i always feel. my voice doesn't do me justice no no it does not at all.
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splash of orange
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tonight i don't quite know how to make sense (hence the previous post.)
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030601
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splash of orange
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i'm 23 but i don't understand how i got to this point. jamie is 3000.
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celestias shadow
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not for another year. my birthday is later than most of the other kids in my grade. jesus christ, a whole 'nother year. and i'm just barely fifteen.
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homo_boy
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29 days untill i turn 16!
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Staind_And_Souless
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I was supposed to be there. You don't want me to be.
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refracted
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sixteen hours seems a long time. but how bout, sixteen days? weeks? years... everytime it's never enough once upon a time sixteen seemed like such a large number today it feels like the batting of an eye
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iNsEcUrE_GoTh_GiRl
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tomorrow. i wonder if it is overrated.
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REAListic optimIST
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well, was it?
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what's it to you?
who
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blather
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