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| Call me Alme Isabell. If you treat me well, I won't treat you bad; but if you treat me bad I just won't waste my time treating someone like you. I HATE LIES, that's the most fucked thing ever someone can do. I love love love music. I love hugs. I love my friends, the one's who pick me up when im down, and the ones that make me study when I don't wanna. My family, that's so important thing in my life. Math is my WORST ENEMY. I don't like to hate people, so don't hate me. I'M VERY GOOD AT FORGIVING, BUT NOT AT FORGETTING. I have good memory, (except for school stuff) You smile, I smile. . |
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- Current Residence: N.L, Mexico.
- Interests: Music, photography, writing and peace.
- Personal Quote: '' Smile when everything fades ''
- Website: http://www.subride.blogspot.com
- Email: almeesbaarq@hotmail.com
- AIM: Subride, Alme Isabell, etc.
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Aldy;
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There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes..
How pure, how dear their dwelling place... Borne, like thy leaves, onward; from a boy... And laid my hand upon thy mane - as i do
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"There is something, I see in you. It might kill me, but I want it to be true."
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There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes..
How pure, how dear their dwelling place... Borne, like thy leaves, onward; from a boy... And laid my hand upon thy mane - as i do
thank you too.
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<1 <2 <3
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There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes..
How pure, how dear their dwelling place... Borne, like thy leaves, onward; from a boy... And laid my hand upon thy mane - as i do
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There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes..
How pure, how dear their dwelling place... Borne, like thy leaves, onward; from a boy... And laid my hand upon thy mane - as i do
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::: all this pain is an illusion :::
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this heart is on fire, and this life is but a dream.
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