dear delilah








Fathers, be good to your daughters; daughters will love like you do.

you are the strength and the weight of her world

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Stream her with roses and daisies, dear mother,
let all that she speak be all that that she hears.
For no higher, no higher let her forehead doth grow;
and so dote, dote my mother, my mother so dear
and let her run free with a conscience so clear


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Saturday, 12 May 2007

I walked around with a marker-drawn picture of a girl on my knee today. But I was wearing jeans, so no one knew. Muahahaha.


Anyway, when I came home from Bible Study with Mag today, I had this terrible headache on the bus, migrane like, and this horrible feeling in my inside, like everything was going to spill out. Took a long nap. Headache's still somewhat there, like the rest of this week, but the puking feeling is gone, thank goodness.

The busride was so long. Eurgh.

I aim to finish studying Social Studies. RAWR.

he told me that I've done alright
and kissed me till the morning light