rules.of.FREEDOM

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Hi I'm Melody
18 this year, coming 19. ((:
I'm a Virgo. ((:
I'm born on 4th September
And I wanna be a vet
Birthstone Sapphire. ((:
And morning glory.

speak.your.FREEDOM

I love to express myself. I love dancing.
I love singing. I love animals.
I love modeling. I love reading!
I love French people. I love the language Spanish
I love my piano. I love my 200 dollars racket.
I love my crazy family. I love my dearest friends.
I love him, Jesus. I love witting love poems.
I love the warmth in making people smile.
I love people who love me. HAHA.
I love people who are true to their hearts.

join.the.FREED

free one
free two
free three
free four
free five
free six
free seven
free eight
free nine
free ten

express.FREEDOM

three years of sad confinement
my life is finally falling into alignment
i run out of the cage to greet the sun
and to my new home i will run
fall to the soft grass and heck care to the world
this long awaited life will unfurl
close my eyes and smile so deeply
with the wind blowing so swiftly
a gentle feeling;
yet such twist
the scent of freedom
it does exist...

unfreed.PAST

March 2008
April 2008
May 2008
June 2008
July 2008
August 2008
September 2008
October 2008
November 2008
December 2008
January 2009
February 2009
March 2009
April 2009
May 2009
June 2009

freedom.SONG

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thanks.for.FREE

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In the end, it's the little imperfections that you remember.
The stupid lateness, The dumb accidents that he has, the playing of bears.
the fact that it irks me off when we were out and he just picks up the phone and start chatting like you don't exist. Pisses me off.
And now, you laugh about everything. Silly him.
you look back on all the pics and remember all the sweet times.
you remember creating those memories.
You remember being there with someone really special.
look back on all the notes and you know, deep inside you know.
No matter how stupidly insensitive he is, and he shoots his mouth of whenever,
inside he's a softie, and so so so darn darn romantic on the inside.
looking back at the ring and know, it's a past that can never be replaced.
something you shared with that special some one.
a symbol of what was then, a symbol of the both of you.
a symbol of your love.
and now, a symbol of what's left of the person, a symbol of the past,
symbol of your memories.


It's his imperfections that makes him different.


I can't express.
I'm not given the blessing nor the opportunity to take care of him and be there for him,
so you guys do it. on my behalf. get it? understand?


tears

baby, I'd never forget you.


Melody


define.FREEDOM