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There were several sheep owned by a poor family. The family loved the sheep, but they could not survive the harsh winter with their battered clothes. The father sheered the sheep, the mother made the clothes, and the sheep got eaten by wolves.

Posted By Aymz On 02.16.2011 @ 2:25 pm

My heart is thumping painfully in my chest, because I’m not sure I’ll remember all the words even though I practiced for hours and hours and hours. It’s not that I can’t, or don’t like to preform, it’s just that this light is eating me alive. It’s too much in my eyes, and I can’t breathe anymore.

Posted By Aymz On 02.14.2011 @ 10:06 am

Don’t be one.

Posted By Aymz On 02.09.2011 @ 10:18 pm

My father. My father doesn’t like to talk to me. He waits for my mother to “witness”. A witness to hear all the horrible things I may say about him to his face, but he doesn’t wait to slap. What a man.

Posted By Aymz On 02.09.2011 @ 10:16 pm