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| sun setting on santa monica pier in las angeles, picture taken by me in february of 2001 |
| May the roads rise to meet you, May the winds be always at your back, May the sun shine warm upon your face, The rains fall soft upon your fields, And until we meet again, May God hold you in the hollow Of His hand. |
| Irish Blessing |
"the only reason i do the things i do is so i can be who i am and be nobody else in any likeness." -by myself, tamara peterson (no title) by tamara peterson january 1 trying to turn it into something it's not it still becomes a living nightmare into something you never wanted and you finally realize at the end of the tunnel that you should have left it alone from the very beginning. (no title) by tamara peterson february 1, 1998 People passing by who you thought you knew And they don't even See you or Seem to care that you once meant Something to them So you keep walking On in search for those who remember. My Own Little World by tamara peterson november 27, 1996 I conjured up a story in my little knowing mind Because i do not know how to make it come true. I created facets of my life that don't really exist Because of the thrill of it. I wonder if i would be able to handle the impact of real life; It's not my fault that i've been stuck in this tiny box all these years - I could never create something as lonely as this. |
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