December 2011
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Dec 31st
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2011: The Year That Has Been
I’m actually glad this year is over. It has been one of the worst years of my life. It wasn’t for me. Never held me in all the right places. If I had my way, 2011 would be a year that never existed. It did, however, teach me a thing or two: 1. As long as I understand myself, I should not worry about the people around me not understanding me.  2. Never make gods out of men. Never make...
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And the truth is I miss you, more than I should.
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Dec 9th
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I think about you a lot.
I always wonder what your doing when we aren’t talking. I think and wonder where you are, and who you’re with. When I’m lonely, you’re always the first thought in my head. You pop up in my head at the most random times. But with these thoughts, they’re “what if’s…” I get worried and I always question myself.
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Dec 6th
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"Who do you think you are...
itslavish: Running around leaving scars. Collecting your Jar of hearts. Tearing love apart…”
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I don't seek love. I know it's a beautiful thing,...
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Shining [Style] Star: Introducing --------------->...
It’s December. Holiday time. And before I head off to the beach, it’s time for my December Shining [Style]Star. This month, I feature a young lady by the name of Azola Mona. She’s a young fiery Xhosa whom I like to call my very own female version of Scoop *Sorry Mome*. This is a little interview on her and all things fashion and style. BT: Who Is Azola Mona? She is a 20 year...
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I never had the kind of love that was forever
heelsandtrash: Anthony Hamilton
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My love for you doesn’t recognize itself anymore Your face means nothing to my eyes Your touch leaves me cold Cold with feelings of regret Cold with feelings of guilt What was once sweet has turned sour What we shared was as sweet and as endearing as a forehead kiss What we shared was once light Now it’s nothing but darkness Resent, guilt, regret swimming in pools of...
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