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November 9th, 2009
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I took a chance,
and fell flat on my face.
And I fell HARD.
My knees are stil shaking,
my heart is still weak.
I am still hurting,
covered in bruises,
and immersed in pain.
BUT IT IS TIME TO GET UP.
Get up, Sandy.
Redeem yourself.
And as I pull myself together once again,
I ALSO SNATCH MY DIGNITY BACK.
And now..world, let me face you again.
You did not really think you could bring me down that easily, did you?
Let me educate you how things really work around here.
I AM SANDRA SANTOS,
A BORN FIGHTER.
And I will fight...
bare all, HEAD ON,
even only because of the sole and noteworthy reason that...
I CAN.
Because I am Sandra Santos,
and I CAN NOT BE BROUGHT DOWN WITHOUT A FIGHT.
( meep )

I was stuck in minor chords
I'd been here once before
With environmental ....

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"Pretty is the queen that rules our land." - Carrie Latet

( Dear Mom, I’m writing to say how good it felt when we took the mushrooms. Our skin. The boy getting on the bus and the street lamp. It’s getting cooler. The life of the little boy. The life of the little boy. The going. The letters. It’s getting cooler. It’s a little bit better. We took the mushrooms and got on the crowded bus. I’m writing to say how everyone seemed. )

My face felt a bit uneven today
- a bit too oily and ugly and distracted.
On days like these you know that big black boots can help.
Falling leaves.
Perhaps some hot cider later.
And maybe a touch of sarcasm.

Say that magic word and take me far away.
Maybe somewhere with rain and an easier pace.










