We'll travel in PHOEBE'S taxi..
To ROSS'S world of Dinosaurs..
Wearing Ralph Lauren outfits styled by RACHEL..
Laughing on CHANDLER'S sarcastic replies
& eating Delicious food cooked by MONICA
While learning some acting skills from JOEY on how to say, "How you doin' ? ".
And we'll both end up settling in that apartment with the purple door decorated with that yellow frame living all those memories created with them.

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My mother always said that she preferred​ to see me with a degree in my right hand rather than a diamond on my left ring finger.
She knows education will help open a world full of opportunities for me as opposed to marriage, which in turn can close some doors for me.

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I refuse, I accept, I create when I write;
I challenge with my words, who you claim to be might.
Once white, I ink the pages with my words,
I am the pouring rain; I am my own reservoir.
I am the biting cold; I am the flaming desire.
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A lonely girl
With her vacant stares,
Screaming in silence
But nobody cares.

Her pain goes​ unnoticed,
No one can tell.
She smiles like an angel,
But is living through hell.

Her eyes brim with madness;
She cuts her own skin,
Her sad little smile
Fades and grows thin.

Scars on her body,
Scars on her soul.
This hateful world
Has finally taken it's toll.

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If the remnants of my soul
Were to be set together,
They'll make for
More than the whole of you.

That's how much I am in you
Or rather,

That's how much you are
In me.

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We are all prisoners
Of some memories,
Fear and disappointment.
We are all defined by
Something we cannot change.

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Her prominent freedom of speech and expression: Exploited.
Her only felony: Born as a girl.

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My weekend gratitude
Is coffee in my cup
And contentment in my soul.

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He never looks for praises
He's never the one to boast;
He just goes on giving selflessly
For those he loves the most.

When my life has turned my world
Completely inside out,
You're always there to lean on
I know without a doubt.

Whenever things go wrong
And situations are hard to understand,
I know that you will always be there
To lend a helping hand.

The years have brought a touch of gray
And some lines upon your face;
But dad even to this day,
You're my shield and my hiding place.

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And I heard
The early sound
Of dawn's despair,
Slumber
On the wrinkled lips
Of the sea,
Like a dusted sugar grain
Of silence.
And all that was left
Was
A strand of hair
And two soft wings
Folded neatly
On a snow white chair.

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