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Wednesday, July 11, 2007

i just felt so alone. there are times when you'll still be scared, no matter how confident you are, no matter how prepared you are. the feeling is inevitable. tomorrow's the final showdown, i wish nj will give it their all. show them what njcanoeing is made of. there's no fear of not being able to get first, just fear of being not able to give your very best. and i promise the team, that i'll give it my all. it's one last shot as a b div girl.

every drop of blood,
heart&soul, go the distance.

i know that everyone is here for me, i'll row for all of you.
except you.

my heart still bleeds for you.




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and now the stars
aren't out tonight, but
neither are we,
to look up at them.
why does hello feel like goodbye?
these memories
can't replace
these wishes I wished
and dreams I chased.
take this broken heart,
and make it right.

when will you save me?



stabbed my heart.