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• Up your ass and around the fuckin' corner bitch!
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• 2004-01-05
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• Student, Otaku Life Updater, and an anime lover
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• Victoria or Tori
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• Got into High school finally. Finally get to go to an anime club. Got more friends.
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• 15 years(hint:I am 15 years old)^-^
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• Inuyasha, Yu-Yu-Hakusho ,Fushigi Yuggi, GetBackers, Sailor Moon, Trigun, Yu-gi-oh, Fruit Baskets, Evangelion, Wolfs Rain, Full Metal Alchemist, Excel Saga, ect.
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• To have a successful life in being a Veteranarean, to have a perfect family, go to University of South of Alabama or Alabama State for college.
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• Surfing the web, hanging with my friends, watch anime, go to an anime club, everything is fun for me!^-^
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• Cheerleading, Gymastics,singing,dancing,ect.
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Saturday, January 8, 2005
More Poems
"Turning"
I am turning from a loner,
to a powerful soldier.
Putting on a uniform
changes me.
I feel different.
I act different.
But it still doesn't
take away the pain.
I have lost loved one.
I have lost myself.
I have done everything I can.
Being a soldier helps me.
Training, doing, acting.
That's all I do.
That's my daily routine.
I turn, turn, change, and act.
Turning.
My daily routine.
"Soldier"
Myself,
It's hard to discribe myself.
My dad call me goth and punk.
But I feel like a soldier.
When I am at school,
people think I am someone I'm not.
I put on a face,
no one knows behind the mask.
I try to be someone else
that I'm not.
That way no one will know.
I am trying to be a soldiera and goth.
When I put my uniform on,
I turn into someone new.
When I'm not at school,
I am at home miserable.
I've went through a lot.
Being a soldier girl is all I got.
I love putting on a uniform.
I love being a soldier.
"Thinking Too Much"
She thinks too much
in the day,
and in the night.
Thinking too much.
"Why does she think?"
you ask.
She thinks if her past.
Thinking too much.
She thinks about all
the stuff she did.
She's not proud
and she's not happy.
She thinks all day
and all night.
She never knows
what to do.
She asks for help
and she trys.
But it never seems to work.
Thinking too much.
"Why Me?"
Why does everything
have to happen to me?
Everywhere I turn,
it hits me.
I don't understand.
It never seems to stop.
I just always wonder,
Why me?
I know it happens to everyone,
But it seems to happen to me most of all.
I just wish it could go away.
It is hard and it hurts.
I've done things I'm not proud of.
I'm not doing it anymore though.
But sometimes I think.
And it's not about good things.
But when I talk to my friends
and my family,
I put on an act,
So they can't see.
But I still wonder,
I still think,
I can't get it out of my mind.
Why me?
Hope you liked it.C-ya!
Tori
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