Lindsey "Littlebit" Sullivan's Posts - Cullens Online2024-03-28T10:47:39ZLindsey "Littlebit" Sullivanhttp://thecullensonline.ning.com/profile/LindseyNicoleSullivanhttp://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/3144272183?profile=RESIZE_48X48&width=48&height=48&crop=1%3A1http://thecullensonline.ning.com/profiles/blog/feed?user=2h5opdd5efpox&xn_auth=noHappy Fathers day?tag:thecullensonline.ning.com,2011-06-19:3404507:BlogPost:6519152011-06-19T16:25:37.000ZLindsey "Littlebit" Sullivanhttp://thecullensonline.ning.com/profile/LindseyNicoleSullivan
<p>IHappy Fathers day right? No. I don't want to be happy today, or tomorrow, or anyday, I just want my grandpa my papa. I just want to curl up on his lap smiling when he laughs and he's beer gut jiggles like jello, or have him show me how to shoot a gun, one of the lucky grandkids that he tought himself. Then at night fall alseep to him snoring(loudly). So i guess to other people, Happy Fathers day.</p>
<p>IHappy Fathers day right? No. I don't want to be happy today, or tomorrow, or anyday, I just want my grandpa my papa. I just want to curl up on his lap smiling when he laughs and he's beer gut jiggles like jello, or have him show me how to shoot a gun, one of the lucky grandkids that he tought himself. Then at night fall alseep to him snoring(loudly). So i guess to other people, Happy Fathers day.</p>A Timeless Beauty, you will be missedtag:thecullensonline.ning.com,2011-04-13:3404507:BlogPost:5787162011-04-13T21:30:00.000ZLindsey "Littlebit" Sullivanhttp://thecullensonline.ning.com/profile/LindseyNicoleSullivan
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<br></br><div>Elizabeth Taylor, classic beauty, fashion icon, and violet eyes. Liz Taylor passed away March 23, 2011 at the age of 79. Well known for her roles in Cleopatra, Cat on a Hot Tin Roof, Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf, and BUtterfield 8. She was a big supporter in AIDS research.</div>
<div> Though she is also well known for her many marriages,8, including her close friend's…</div>
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<br/><div>Elizabeth Taylor, classic beauty, fashion icon, and violet eyes. Liz Taylor passed away March 23, 2011 at the age of 79. Well known for her roles in Cleopatra, Cat on a Hot Tin Roof, Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf, and BUtterfield 8. She was a big supporter in AIDS research.</div>
<div> Though she is also well known for her many marriages,8, including her close friend's Debbie Reynolds ex-husband Eddie Fisher which caused the friends to part. Liz leaves behind 4 children, 10 grandchildren, and 4 grand-grandchildren. Elizabeth was also very close friends with Michael Jackson (he wrote her the song Elizabeth, I love you for her 65 birthday) and Elton John. She suffered from many illness over the course of her life, hospitalized 70+ times, and under went 20 major operations. </div>
<div>Elizabeth owned many diamonds totaling to $150 million, she owed $130 million in real estate. She had 3 lines of perfume; White Diamonds, Passion, and PAssion for Men. </div>
<div>Elizabeth Rosemond Taylor: February 27,1932 to March 23,2011. Forever a Hollywood Icon, no one could beat you and no one ever will. </div>Fragile hearttag:thecullensonline.ning.com,2011-03-27:3404507:BlogPost:5618912011-03-27T19:30:24.000ZLindsey "Littlebit" Sullivanhttp://thecullensonline.ning.com/profile/LindseyNicoleSullivan
<p>From the moment i said,</p>
<p>i love you</p>
<p>you've had my heart.</p>
<p>please take care of it,</p>
<p>its has been broken</p>
<p>and scared.</p>
<p>i want you to be the one,</p>
<p>the one who fixes it,</p>
<p>and never gives it back.</p>
<p>my cheeks are stained </p>
<p>with tears that match,</p>
<p>match the scares on my heart.</p>
<p>From the moment i said,</p>
<p>i love you</p>
<p>you've had my heart.</p>
<p>please take care of it,</p>
<p>its has been broken</p>
<p>and scared.</p>
<p>i want you to be the one,</p>
<p>the one who fixes it,</p>
<p>and never gives it back.</p>
<p>my cheeks are stained </p>
<p>with tears that match,</p>
<p>match the scares on my heart.</p>So Scared I'll say notag:thecullensonline.ning.com,2011-03-24:3404507:BlogPost:5545012011-03-24T23:08:25.000ZLindsey "Littlebit" Sullivanhttp://thecullensonline.ning.com/profile/LindseyNicoleSullivan
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<div>I don't want to be my parent, I want to say yes but I'm so scared we'll end up like my parents. He hasn't asked yet, but he says when he gets out of the army he will. I know we're not my parents, but thats all I've know about marriage, you get married cause your in love, you have kids then one day the one says you know what, I don't love you anymore, so I'm leaving. Then the kids think its they're fault. My mom has gotten 2 divorces, I can't put my kids though…</div>
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<div>I don't want to be my parent, I want to say yes but I'm so scared we'll end up like my parents. He hasn't asked yet, but he says when he gets out of the army he will. I know we're not my parents, but thats all I've know about marriage, you get married cause your in love, you have kids then one day the one says you know what, I don't love you anymore, so I'm leaving. Then the kids think its they're fault. My mom has gotten 2 divorces, I can't put my kids though that. </div>
<div>But I love Chris with my whole heart I want to say yes, when he ask but I don't know if I'll have the strength and courage to say yes then I do. I'm scared I'll loss the best thing thats ever happened to me. I want to marry him when he ask but can I put my family's history behind me?</div>Daughter to Fathertag:thecullensonline.ning.com,2011-03-15:3404507:BlogPost:5382932011-03-15T01:30:00.000ZLindsey "Littlebit" Sullivanhttp://thecullensonline.ning.com/profile/LindseyNicoleSullivan
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<div>"Never, leave me alone to pick up the pieces.</div>
<div>Daddy to hold me, that's what I needed...<br></br>So,why'd you have to go?<br></br>Why'd you have to go?<br></br>Why'd you have to go?<br></br>Daughter to father, daughter to father!<br></br>I don't know you, but I still want to.<br></br>Daughter to father, daughter to father!<br></br>Tell me the truth, did you ever love me?<br></br>Cause…</div>
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<div>"Never, leave me alone to pick up the pieces.</div>
<div>Daddy to hold me, that's what I needed...<br/>So,why'd you have to go?<br/>Why'd you have to go?<br/>Why'd you have to go?<br/>Daughter to father, daughter to father!<br/>I don't know you, but I still want to.<br/>Daughter to father, daughter to father!<br/>Tell me the truth, did you ever love me?<br/>Cause these are, these are,<br/>the confessions....!!! of a broken heart!<br/>Of a broken heart!"<br/><br/></div>
<div>I was 2 years old when my dad left. I have no memories for my life before he left. My earliest memory of my step mom is her smack my mouth for telling my younger sister she's not our mom. My earliest memories of my dad and step-brother is them fighting and punching holes into the wall. With my mom the earliest memory is of her sitting in the bathroom crying, and my 2 year old self going in and telling her we'll be okay. The We has always been me her and my sister.</div>
<div>Now what brought all this on? Well a lot. I went to youth group tonight and we watched Letters to God, and its about this boy he's like 7 and he has cancer and was dyeing. As some of you know, I recently lost my grandfather to cancer, and the movie just made it all too real. I ran out of the room to the bathroom and cried till I was dry sodding. My friend, Gage, came into the bathroom and held me. When he stopped I went outside, and sat on the swing and cried, praying to God saying I couldn't do it any more, I couldn't be strong for my sister, for my mom, for my dad any more. Then a song came in my head, and I sang them out loud, outside, in the cold shiving.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;"> Lord i give you my heart i<br/>i give you my soul<br/>i live for you alone<br/>every breath that i take<br/>every moment im awake<br/>lord have your way in me</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">When I finished I swear I heard the whisper, Be still and know that I am God. This is actual a verse in the bible, Psalms 46:10. After I was done crying I went inside putting my jacket on grabbed my phone and went back out side and called my dad, I told him everything, from my stepmom asking Grace if I had and eating disorder to her telling him i was done being strong for him. He's answer, you don't have too. </div>
<div style="text-align: left;"> All I have ever wanted is a dad to be there with my mom, to be a real family, to not have questions of why, and to know he loves me without him saying it.</div>
<div style="text-align: left;"></div>Perfectly Metag:thecullensonline.ning.com,2011-02-25:3404507:BlogPost:5194182011-02-25T23:00:00.000ZLindsey "Littlebit" Sullivanhttp://thecullensonline.ning.com/profile/LindseyNicoleSullivan
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<p>I am</p>
<p><strong>L</strong>ove</p>
<p><strong>I</strong>ndependent</p>
<p><strong>N</strong>ight owl</p>
<p><strong>D</strong>ancer</p>
<p><strong>S</strong>elf…</p>
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<p>I am</p>
<p><strong>L</strong>ove</p>
<p><strong>I</strong>ndependent</p>
<p><strong>N</strong>ight owl</p>
<p><strong>D</strong>ancer</p>
<p><strong>S</strong>elf challenged</p>
<p>Entertaining</p>
<p><strong>Y</strong>oung</p>
<p> </p>
<p><strong>N</strong>ice</p>
<p><strong>I</strong>ntelligent</p>
<p>Creative</p>
<p><strong>O</strong>pen</p>
<p>Loud</p>
<p><strong>E</strong>njoyable</p>
<p> </p>
<p><strong>S</strong>ister </p>
<p><strong>U</strong>nique </p>
<p>Lyrical</p>
<p><strong>L</strong>ovable</p>
<p><strong>I</strong> have to many i's in my name ;p</p>
<p><strong>V</strong>alerie is my bff <3</p>
<p><strong>A</strong>rtsy</p>
<p><strong>N</strong>ormal.......NOT</p>
<p><3<3<3</p>3 yearstag:thecullensonline.ning.com,2011-02-04:3404507:BlogPost:4889412011-02-04T01:08:39.000ZLindsey "Littlebit" Sullivanhttp://thecullensonline.ning.com/profile/LindseyNicoleSullivan
<p>I can't believe its been 3 years. You know I've heard "don't worry, Lindsey, it gets easier". Easier, when? cause it still hurts just thinking about her. It hurts worse when I think how she won't be there when at Thanksgiving in Mayo, when my older cousin Ashley gets married, or when I get married.</p>
<p>My Grandma made thanksgiving, thanksgiving in Mayo, it hasn't been the same without her. I remember one year, we had a boys against the girls but I was on the boys sides cause I fight like…</p>
<p>I can't believe its been 3 years. You know I've heard "don't worry, Lindsey, it gets easier". Easier, when? cause it still hurts just thinking about her. It hurts worse when I think how she won't be there when at Thanksgiving in Mayo, when my older cousin Ashley gets married, or when I get married.</p>
<p>My Grandma made thanksgiving, thanksgiving in Mayo, it hasn't been the same without her. I remember one year, we had a boys against the girls but I was on the boys sides cause I fight like a boy, I was showing my younger cousin Garret how to scare my sister Grace, my example, just a little showing of spit. Well long story short the spit chain broke and landed in her eye. She told my Grandma, all she did was yell not to do it again. The first year in Mayo was weird, I cried myself to sleep every night, it wasn't the same with out her. When it came the actual Thanksgiving day, I took one look at my grandpa and his eye were glass looking, I walked over to his arm and we let the tears slide a bit, not long enough for anyone else to know (I guess thats who I got my holding it in from). </p>
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<p> I'm still waiting on it to get easier, does it really? Or is that just what people say to make it easier for them to sleep at night and pray that they were right? I feel so numb just thinking about her and my grandpa walking together holding hands like they did in Mayo</p>I love you moretag:thecullensonline.ning.com,2011-02-03:3404507:BlogPost:4873982011-02-03T00:00:00.000ZLindsey "Littlebit" Sullivanhttp://thecullensonline.ning.com/profile/LindseyNicoleSullivan
<p></p>
<p> I don't want to miss a thing</p>
<p> Cause when I'm not with you its hard to breath.</p>
<p>You make me fall in love again</p>
<p> Every time you look at me.</p>
<p>The way you make me feel,</p>
<p> is nothing I've ever felt before. </p>
<p>Everything I do</p>
<p>Is so I can be better for you.</p>
<p>Thinking of you,</p>
<p> every moment of everyday.</p>
<p>You are the best thing thats ever been mine,</p>
<p> no matter what comes my way.</p>
<p>I run to…</p>
<p></p>
<p> I don't want to miss a thing</p>
<p> Cause when I'm not with you its hard to breath.</p>
<p>You make me fall in love again</p>
<p> Every time you look at me.</p>
<p>The way you make me feel,</p>
<p> is nothing I've ever felt before. </p>
<p>Everything I do</p>
<p>Is so I can be better for you.</p>
<p>Thinking of you,</p>
<p> every moment of everyday.</p>
<p>You are the best thing thats ever been mine,</p>
<p> no matter what comes my way.</p>
<p>I run to you,</p>
<p> when my world is dark and when it is light.</p>
<p>I need you,</p>
<p> to hold me and tell me you love me too.</p>
<p>I love you more,</p>
<p> then I can ever express.</p>Black and White No Moretag:thecullensonline.ning.com,2011-01-31:3404507:BlogPost:4858472011-01-31T23:30:00.000ZLindsey "Littlebit" Sullivanhttp://thecullensonline.ning.com/profile/LindseyNicoleSullivan
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<p>The silient streets filled</p>
<p>with hate, pain, and love.</p>
<p>Their silent words</p>
<p>fallon ears that do not care.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Standing in the middle of the street</p>
<p>they hold each other close.</p>
<p>Words of I love you,</p>
<p>fall from their lips.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Rain falls from the sky,</p>
<p>soaking them from head to toe.</p>
<p>The colors of their skin</p>
<p>melt from their faces.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Colors swirl…</p>
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<p> </p>
<p>The silient streets filled</p>
<p>with hate, pain, and love.</p>
<p>Their silent words</p>
<p>fallon ears that do not care.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Standing in the middle of the street</p>
<p>they hold each other close.</p>
<p>Words of I love you,</p>
<p>fall from their lips.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Rain falls from the sky,</p>
<p>soaking them from head to toe.</p>
<p>The colors of their skin</p>
<p>melt from their faces.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Colors swirl togeather,</p>
<p>swirls of black and white.</p>
<p>Rainmake everything clean and new,</p>
<p>equal to each other.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Their lips met,</p>
<p>no longer black and white.</p>
<p>But a boy and girl,</p>
<p>deep in love.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Till they both awake,</p>
<p>his skin dark as night, hers white as snow</p>
<p> </p>
<p> </p>L.O.V.Etag:thecullensonline.ning.com,2011-01-25:3404507:BlogPost:4818172011-01-25T22:35:36.000ZLindsey "Littlebit" Sullivanhttp://thecullensonline.ning.com/profile/LindseyNicoleSullivan
<p> </p>
<p> </p>
<p>How do you say L-O-V-E?</p>
<p> </p>
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<p>Is it the way they kiss good night?</p>
<p>Is it the way they hold you in your arms?</p>
<p>Is it the way he looks at you?</p>
<p>Is it the way he says your name?</p>
<p>How do you say L-O-V-E?</p>
<p> </p>
<p>The flowers you get on your desk?</p>
<p>The ring that you get when he want to make you his forever?</p>
<p>The way he takes out to the movies and yanws and wraps is arm around…</p>
<p> </p>
<p> </p>
<p>How do you say L-O-V-E?</p>
<p> </p>
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<p>Is it the way they kiss good night?</p>
<p>Is it the way they hold you in your arms?</p>
<p>Is it the way he looks at you?</p>
<p>Is it the way he says your name?</p>
<p>How do you say L-O-V-E?</p>
<p> </p>
<p>The flowers you get on your desk?</p>
<p>The ring that you get when he want to make you his forever?</p>
<p>The way he takes out to the movies and yanws and wraps is arm around you?</p>
<p>The way he walks you home?</p>
<p>The way he opens the door for you?</p>
<p>How do you say L-O-V-E?</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Is it the way he shows you he cares?</p>
<p>Is it the song he says is about you and him?</p>
<p>Is it the way he'll get down on one knee and say marry me?</p>
<p>How do you say L-O-V-E?</p>
<p> </p>
<p> </p>
<p> </p>Johnstown Flood- Interviewtag:thecullensonline.ning.com,2011-01-22:3404507:BlogPost:4795542011-01-22T00:48:02.000ZLindsey "Littlebit" Sullivanhttp://thecullensonline.ning.com/profile/LindseyNicoleSullivan
<p>the Johnstown flood was a a major flood that happen in PA. it killed 2,800 people in under 10 minutes. This is the writing project I did after it.</p>
<p> One of the Steel Mill workers</p>
<p>Pits. Time(Pittsburg Times)- Mr. Smith, how much did you loss in the Flood?</p>
<p> -Mr.Smith fiddles with his hands looking down at them-</p>
<p>Mr.Smith- Everything. My home, my belongings, my -voice breaks- children,…</p>
<p>the Johnstown flood was a a major flood that happen in PA. it killed 2,800 people in under 10 minutes. This is the writing project I did after it.</p>
<p> One of the Steel Mill workers</p>
<p>Pits. Time(Pittsburg Times)- Mr. Smith, how much did you loss in the Flood?</p>
<p> -Mr.Smith fiddles with his hands looking down at them-</p>
<p>Mr.Smith- Everything. My home, my belongings, my -voice breaks- children, my</p>
<p> -chokes on his words-</p>
<p>Pits. Time- Please take your time.</p>
<p> -Mr.Smith takes a breath-</p>
<p>Mr.Smith- my wife.</p>
<p> -the reporter writes down some notes-</p>
<p>Pits. Time- Could you tell me about the day, starting when it rained?</p>
<p> -Mr. Smith nods-</p>
<p>Mr.Smith- I was on my way home from work, I was in a hurry because the streets were starting to flood, like they always did.</p>
<p> -reporter jots down the notes.-</p>
<p>Mr.Smith- I was about a block away from my house when I heard the loud creaking sound.</p>
<p>Pits Time- The dam breaking? </p>
<p> -Mr.Smith nods-</p>
<p>Mr.Smith- yes. I picked up my pace and ran till I could see my house. I could see my boy, Christopher, playing outside.</p>
<p> -Mr.Smith eye's turn glass-</p>
<p>I could hear the roar of the water, I turned around to see a wall of water comeing closer. I yelled for Christoper to go inside. I tryed to out run the wall of water. But I couldn't, I don't even know if Christopher made it inside. I last thing I heard was my daughter, Lilly's cries.</p>
<p>Pits Time- Can you tell me how you survied?</p>
<p> -Mr. Smith smiles and his face goes pale-</p>
<p>Mr.Smith- When you asked my what I lost and I told you everything. I ment everything, icluding my life.</p>
<p> </p>
<p> </p>
<p> </p>
<p> </p>
<p> </p>Eyes of my killertag:thecullensonline.ning.com,2011-01-22:3404507:BlogPost:4795342011-01-22T00:11:36.000ZLindsey "Littlebit" Sullivanhttp://thecullensonline.ning.com/profile/LindseyNicoleSullivan
<p>I push my legs.</p>
<p> Faster! Faster!</p>
<p>My mind is screaming.</p>
<p>My lungs are burning.</p>
<p>My legs give up.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>I collaspe in the cool earth.</p>
<p>The leaves crunch.</p>
<p>The wind blows.</p>
<p>I hear his steps.</p>
<p>I look into his eyes.</p>
<p>The eyes of my killer.</p>
<p>my eyes.</p>
<p> </p>
<p> </p>
<p> </p>
<p> </p>
<p>I push my legs.</p>
<p> Faster! Faster!</p>
<p>My mind is screaming.</p>
<p>My lungs are burning.</p>
<p>My legs give up.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>I collaspe in the cool earth.</p>
<p>The leaves crunch.</p>
<p>The wind blows.</p>
<p>I hear his steps.</p>
<p>I look into his eyes.</p>
<p>The eyes of my killer.</p>
<p>my eyes.</p>
<p> </p>
<p> </p>
<p> </p>
<p> </p>Our Lovetag:thecullensonline.ning.com,2011-01-21:3404507:BlogPost:4794092011-01-21T21:07:37.000ZLindsey "Littlebit" Sullivanhttp://thecullensonline.ning.com/profile/LindseyNicoleSullivan
<p>He tells me,</p>
<p> Our love,</p>
<p> will last forever.</p>
<p> Our love,</p>
<p> is the kind people dream of.</p>
<p> Our love,</p>
<p> is a fairytale.</p>
<p> Our love,</p>
<p> will never die.</p>
<p> Our love,</p>
<p> is magical.</p>
<p> Our…</p>
<p>He tells me,</p>
<p> Our love,</p>
<p> will last forever.</p>
<p> Our love,</p>
<p> is the kind people dream of.</p>
<p> Our love,</p>
<p> is a fairytale.</p>
<p> Our love,</p>
<p> will never die.</p>
<p> Our love,</p>
<p> is magical.</p>
<p> Our love,</p>
<p> you and me babe.</p>
<p> Thats our love.</p>His Eyestag:thecullensonline.ning.com,2011-01-21:3404507:BlogPost:4789342011-01-21T00:59:56.000ZLindsey "Littlebit" Sullivanhttp://thecullensonline.ning.com/profile/LindseyNicoleSullivan
<p>His eyes are dark brown.</p>
<p>His eyes I could look at for hours.</p>
<p>His eyes shine though his pain.</p>
<p>His eyes hold my world.</p>
<p>Hi eyes reflect his heart.</p>
<p>His eyes.</p>
<p>His eyes are dark brown.</p>
<p>His eyes I could look at for hours.</p>
<p>His eyes shine though his pain.</p>
<p>His eyes hold my world.</p>
<p>Hi eyes reflect his heart.</p>
<p>His eyes.</p>His..tag:thecullensonline.ning.com,2011-01-21:3404507:BlogPost:4789242011-01-21T00:30:09.000ZLindsey "Littlebit" Sullivanhttp://thecullensonline.ning.com/profile/LindseyNicoleSullivan
<p> His eyes....</p>
<p>shine briter then the stars.</p>
<p> His kiss...</p>
<p>soft, warm, safe, loveing.</p>
<p> His hair...</p>
<p>I could run my fingers though it all day.</p>
<p> His smile....</p>
<p>welcomes you, shows you love, and you smile too.</p>
<p> </p>
<p> </p>
<p> </p>
<p> </p>
<p> </p>
<p> </p>
<p> His eyes....</p>
<p>shine briter then the stars.</p>
<p> His kiss...</p>
<p>soft, warm, safe, loveing.</p>
<p> His hair...</p>
<p>I could run my fingers though it all day.</p>
<p> His smile....</p>
<p>welcomes you, shows you love, and you smile too.</p>
<p> </p>
<p> </p>
<p> </p>
<p> </p>
<p> </p>
<p> </p>Please Don't Leave Metag:thecullensonline.ning.com,2011-01-21:3404507:BlogPost:4789262011-01-21T00:30:00.000ZLindsey "Littlebit" Sullivanhttp://thecullensonline.ning.com/profile/LindseyNicoleSullivan
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<p> </p>
<p>I scream and shout!</p>
<p>I cry and cry.</p>
<p>I beg and try,</p>
<p>to stop your leaving.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>You block me out.</p>
<p>You keep on packing.</p>
<p>You don't care,</p>
<p>you just got to leave.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>You get in the car.</p>
<p>I run outside.</p>
<p>You pull to the street.</p>
<p>I run after you.</p>
<p>Please…</p>
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<p> </p>
<p>I scream and shout!</p>
<p>I cry and cry.</p>
<p>I beg and try,</p>
<p>to stop your leaving.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>You block me out.</p>
<p>You keep on packing.</p>
<p>You don't care,</p>
<p>you just got to leave.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>You get in the car.</p>
<p>I run outside.</p>
<p>You pull to the street.</p>
<p>I run after you.</p>
<p>Please stay.</p>
<p> </p>Grandpa Sullivantag:thecullensonline.ning.com,2010-12-27:3404507:BlogPost:4653432010-12-27T05:00:00.000ZLindsey "Littlebit" Sullivanhttp://thecullensonline.ning.com/profile/LindseyNicoleSullivan
<p>Dear Grandpa(or anyone who's reading this),</p>
<p>I was your sunshine. You were my papa. You were my only grandpa I ever met, and I won't have it anyother way. When Grandpa died, something in you died, it wasn't and till I read a comment on Ashley's facebook, your sweetheart died. I was so mad at God that he took you on Christmas of all day's, but then I relized thanks to the comment^, you couldn't stand being away from her anouther year. You went though 2 years with out her, and we all…</p>
<p>Dear Grandpa(or anyone who's reading this),</p>
<p>I was your sunshine. You were my papa. You were my only grandpa I ever met, and I won't have it anyother way. When Grandpa died, something in you died, it wasn't and till I read a comment on Ashley's facebook, your sweetheart died. I was so mad at God that he took you on Christmas of all day's, but then I relized thanks to the comment^, you couldn't stand being away from her anouther year. You went though 2 years with out her, and we all knew you won't the same without you. I remember you signed my Sweet 16 b-day card Grandda, I've never called you grandda, always papa.</p>
<p> I love you PaPa, tell Grandma and Daddypop that I love them.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Love you,</p>
<p>Sunshine a.k.a Lindsey</p>Christmastag:thecullensonline.ning.com,2010-12-18:3404507:BlogPost:4568992010-12-18T23:15:18.000ZLindsey "Littlebit" Sullivanhttp://thecullensonline.ning.com/profile/LindseyNicoleSullivan
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<p> </p>
<p>This video, yes its cute, yes its funny but it brings the meaning of Cristmas in moden times. The Christmas Story, and now not the "Twis the Night Before Christmas" or "You'll Shoot You Eye Out" Christmas story, but "And she gave birth to her first born son. And Layed him in a manger because there was no room for them in the inn". </p>
<p>How can you have Chirstmas without the Christ, an Xmas, or the Horlidays. Now, its not the same. You can't have…</p>
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</p>
<p> </p>
<p>This video, yes its cute, yes its funny but it brings the meaning of Cristmas in moden times. The Christmas Story, and now not the "Twis the Night Before Christmas" or "You'll Shoot You Eye Out" Christmas story, but "And she gave birth to her first born son. And Layed him in a manger because there was no room for them in the inn". </p>
<p>How can you have Chirstmas without the Christ, an Xmas, or the Horlidays. Now, its not the same. You can't have Christmas with out the Christ part.</p>
<p>So this <strong>Chirstmas</strong> season, don't forget the reason for Christmas.</p>
<p> </p>
<table cellspacing="0" border="0">
<tbody><tr><td valign="top"><p>"And it came to pass in those days, that there went out a decree from Caesar Augustus that all the world should be taxed.</p>
<p>(And this taxing was first made when Cyrenius was governor of Syria.)</p>
</td>
<td><img height="1" width="9" src="http://www.kidsdomain.com/images/spacer.gif" border="0"/></td>
<td valign="top"></td>
</tr>
</tbody>
</table>
<p>And all went to be taxed, every one into his own city.</p>
<p>And Joseph also went up from Galilee, out of the city of Nazareth, into Judaea, unto the city of David, which is called Bethlehem; (because he was of the house and lineage of David:)</p>
<p>To be taxed with Mary his espoused wife, being great with child.</p>
<p>And so it was, that, while they were there, the days were accomplished that she should be delivered.</p>
<p>And she brought forth her firstborn son, and wrapped him in swaddling clothes, and laid him in a manger; because there was no room for them in the inn." Luke 2:1-21</p>Dr. Maya Angelou and Sojourner Truthtag:thecullensonline.ning.com,2010-12-09:3404507:BlogPost:4490422010-12-09T21:59:19.000ZLindsey "Littlebit" Sullivanhttp://thecullensonline.ning.com/profile/LindseyNicoleSullivan
<p>Dr. Maya Angelou; a poet, playwriter, dancer, actress, civil rights activist, a women.</p>
<p></p>
<p>Sojourner Truth; author, abolitionist, a slave, a women.</p>
<p></p>
<p>Dr. Maya Angelou wrote: Still I rise, Why the Cage Bird Sings, Phenomenal Woman, and many others.</p>
<p></p>
<p>Sojourner Truth worte: Ain't I a Women.</p>
<p></p>
<p>This to AFRICAN AMERINCA women are 2 of my…</p>
<p>Dr. Maya Angelou; a poet, playwriter, dancer, actress, civil rights activist, a women.</p>
<p></p>
<p>Sojourner Truth; author, abolitionist, a slave, a women.</p>
<p></p>
<p>Dr. Maya Angelou wrote: Still I rise, Why the Cage Bird Sings, Phenomenal Woman, and many others.</p>
<p></p>
<p>Sojourner Truth worte: Ain't I a Women.</p>
<p></p>
<p>This to AFRICAN AMERINCA women are 2 of my heros.</p>
<br />
<br />
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<object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IEz6BsYP5vc?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="false"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="never"></param><embed wmode="opaque" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IEz6BsYP5vc?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="false" width="480" height="385"></embed> <param name="wmode" value="opaque"></param></object>My Eyestag:thecullensonline.ning.com,2010-11-24:3404507:BlogPost:4366832010-11-24T17:00:00.000ZLindsey "Littlebit" Sullivanhttp://thecullensonline.ning.com/profile/LindseyNicoleSullivan
<p>My eye's our Brown.</p>
<p>They tell a story</p>
<p>I've been hurt.</p>
<p>I've been loved.</p>
<p></p>
<p></p>
<p></p>
<blockquote dir="ltr" style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px"><p dir="ltr" style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px">My eye's are Blue.</p>
<p>They are window's</p>
<p>Window's to my life</p>
<p>All the pain and love.</p>
</blockquote>
<p></p>
<p></p>
<p></p>
<p>My eye's are green.</p>
<p>They a mirror.</p>
<p>They show who I am</p>
<p>And who I was.…</p>
<p></p>
<p></p>
<p></p>
<p>My eye's our Brown.</p>
<p>They tell a story</p>
<p>I've been hurt.</p>
<p>I've been loved.</p>
<p></p>
<p></p>
<p></p>
<blockquote style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px" dir="ltr"><p style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px" dir="ltr">My eye's are Blue.</p>
<p>They are window's</p>
<p>Window's to my life</p>
<p>All the pain and love.</p>
</blockquote>
<p></p>
<p></p>
<p></p>
<p>My eye's are green.</p>
<p>They a mirror.</p>
<p>They show who I am</p>
<p>And who I was.</p>
<p></p>
<p></p>
<p></p>
<blockquote style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px" dir="ltr"><p>My eye's are black.</p>
<p>They apper empty.</p>
<p>They full of life</p>
<p>And full of loss.</p>
</blockquote>
<p></p>
<p></p>
<p></p>
<p>My eye's are hazel.</p>
<p>They apper full of love.</p>
<p>I've been hurt.</p>
<p>But you'll never know.</p>
<p></p>
<p></p>
<blockquote style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px" dir="ltr"><p>My eyes</p>
<p>tell a story</p>
<p>you'll never know</p>
<p>till you ask.</p>
</blockquote>
<p></p>
<p></p>
<p></p>
<p></p>Save Metag:thecullensonline.ning.com,2010-11-23:3404507:BlogPost:4360602010-11-23T21:42:48.000ZLindsey "Littlebit" Sullivanhttp://thecullensonline.ning.com/profile/LindseyNicoleSullivan
<p dir="ltr">I'm loud.</p>
<blockquote dir="ltr" style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px"><p>I'm quiet</p>
</blockquote>
<p></p>
<p dir="ltr">I have Tats.</p>
<p dir="ltr"></p>
<blockquote dir="ltr" style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px"><p dir="ltr">My skin is pure</p>
<p dir="ltr"></p>
</blockquote>
<p dir="ltr">My hair is purple and black.</p>
<p dir="ltr"></p>
<blockquote dir="ltr" style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px"><p dir="ltr">My hair is blond.</p>
</blockquote>
<p dir="ltr">I live with my dad.…</p>
<p dir="ltr">I'm loud.</p>
<blockquote style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px" dir="ltr"><p>I'm quiet</p>
</blockquote>
<p></p>
<p dir="ltr">I have Tats.</p>
<p dir="ltr"></p>
<blockquote style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px" dir="ltr"><p dir="ltr">My skin is pure</p>
<p dir="ltr"></p>
</blockquote>
<p dir="ltr">My hair is purple and black.</p>
<p dir="ltr"></p>
<blockquote style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px" dir="ltr"><p dir="ltr">My hair is blond.</p>
</blockquote>
<p dir="ltr">I live with my dad.</p>
<p dir="ltr"></p>
<blockquote style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px" dir="ltr"><p dir="ltr">I live wiht both my parents.</p>
</blockquote>
<p dir="ltr">My parents are happy.</p>
<blockquote style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px" dir="ltr"><p dir="ltr">My parents fight and yell.</p>
</blockquote>
<p dir="ltr">I make A's and B's</p>
<blockquote style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px" dir="ltr"><p dir="ltr">I'm barely passing.</p>
</blockquote>
<p dir="ltr">I have a boyfriend.</p>
<p dir="ltr"></p>
<blockquote style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px" dir="ltr"><p dir="ltr">I have a boyfriend.</p>
</blockquote>
<p dir="ltr">He beats me.</p>
<blockquote style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px" dir="ltr"><p dir="ltr">He loves me.</p>
</blockquote>
<p dir="ltr">I'm hurting.</p>
<blockquote style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px" dir="ltr"><p dir="ltr">I'm hurting</p>
</blockquote>
<p style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px" dir="ltr">Save me!</p>
<blockquote style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px" dir="ltr"><p style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px" dir="ltr">Save me.</p>
<p dir="ltr"></p>
</blockquote>
<p dir="ltr"></p>
<blockquote style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px" dir="ltr"><p dir="ltr"></p>
<p dir="ltr"></p>
</blockquote>
<p dir="ltr"></p>
<p dir="ltr"></p>Frinedstag:thecullensonline.ning.com,2010-11-12:3404507:BlogPost:4292232010-11-12T19:30:00.000ZLindsey "Littlebit" Sullivanhttp://thecullensonline.ning.com/profile/LindseyNicoleSullivan
<blockquote dir="ltr" style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px"><p>This is to all my roots, my true friends.</p>
</blockquote>
<p></p>
<p></p>
<p>A Tree stands tall and proud,</p>
<p>but not on its own.</p>
<p>The Leaves of a tree,</p>
<p>come and go, as season change and weak wind blows.</p>
<p>The branchs by stay study,</p>
<p>but a hard enough wind, and down they go.</p>
<p>But deep in the earth,</p>
<p>the roots hide, but hold the tree up tall.</p>
<p>the wind may blow and blow but they never let…</p>
<blockquote style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px" dir="ltr"><p>This is to all my roots, my true friends.</p>
</blockquote>
<p></p>
<p></p>
<p>A Tree stands tall and proud,</p>
<p>but not on its own.</p>
<p>The Leaves of a tree,</p>
<p>come and go, as season change and weak wind blows.</p>
<p>The branchs by stay study,</p>
<p>but a hard enough wind, and down they go.</p>
<p>But deep in the earth,</p>
<p>the roots hide, but hold the tree up tall.</p>
<p>the wind may blow and blow but they never let go.</p>
<p></p>
<p></p>
<blockquote style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px" dir="ltr"><p style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px" dir="ltr">True Friends hold you up.</p>
<p>In tough times as well as good.</p>
<p>YOu have friends that stay for a season.</p>
<p>And friends that stay only in good times.</p>
<p>You have to know what firneds are which,</p>
<p>because you'll only hurt yourself trying to hold on.</p>
<p></p>
<p></p>
<p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><img width="721" alt="" src="http://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/3150215108?profile=RESIZE_1024x1024"/></p>
</blockquote>
<p></p>
<p></p>
<p>from L-R: Me, my cuz Garret, my cuz Ali, and my turest friend my sister Grace. <3</p>Small's Blog Challangetag:thecullensonline.ning.com,2010-11-12:3404507:BlogPost:4288342010-11-12T05:27:31.000ZLindsey "Littlebit" Sullivanhttp://thecullensonline.ning.com/profile/LindseyNicoleSullivan
<p>1. What is your real name? Lindsey Nicole Sullivan</p>
<p>2. What is your real age? 17</p>
<p>3. Post a picture of your real self.</p>
<p>(see my pic album homecoming)</p>
<p>4. Where do you really live?Elizabethtown, Pa, USA.</p>
<p>5. Do you have any real siblings, spouse, or children? Name them and their ages. I have my sister Grace, she's 15, a step brother Brett 25 and a step sister Debra 26</p>
<p>6. Do you really have your license? What kind of car do you really drive? no. but I will…</p>
<p>1. What is your real name? Lindsey Nicole Sullivan</p>
<p>2. What is your real age? 17</p>
<p>3. Post a picture of your real self.</p>
<p>(see my pic album homecoming)</p>
<p>4. Where do you really live?Elizabethtown, Pa, USA.</p>
<p>5. Do you have any real siblings, spouse, or children? Name them and their ages. I have my sister Grace, she's 15, a step brother Brett 25 and a step sister Debra 26</p>
<p>6. Do you really have your license? What kind of car do you really drive? no. but I will get my mom 1998 1/2 mustang</p>
<p>7. Do you go to a real school? What grade are you really in? Lower Dauphin HIght 11th.</p>
<p>8. Do you have any real pets? What are their real species and names? nope</p>
<p>9. What are some of the real places you’ve visited in your lifetime? Ireland, Greece, Franch, Italy.</p>
<p>10. What is your style really like? what every I feel like that day some times dressy sometimes sweats</p>Lady Grinning Soultag:thecullensonline.ning.com,2010-11-03:3404507:BlogPost:4215092010-11-03T22:33:39.000ZLindsey "Littlebit" Sullivanhttp://thecullensonline.ning.com/profile/LindseyNicoleSullivan
<div>RULES:</div>
<div>1. Copy and put on your blog, take my answers off and enter your own.</div>
<div>2. Put your , Media Player, Ipod, Mp3 etc. on shuffle.</div>
<div>3. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.</div>
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<div>1) IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OKAY" YOU SAY? With Love</div>
<div>2) WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY? Sir Duke</div>
<div>3) WHAT DO YOU LOOK FOR IN A GUY/GIRL? Dinosaur</div>
<div>4) HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY? Meet Me Half Way</div>
<div>5) WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE? Bring me to Life</div>
<div>6) WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO? Paparazia</div>
<div>7) WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU? Most Girls</div>
<div>8) WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN? What If God was one of Us</div>
<div>9) WHAT IS 2+2? Circle</div>
<div>10) WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND? Take A Bow</div>
<div>11) WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE? Its Gonna Be Love</div>
<div>12) WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY? Broken Wing</div>
<div>13) WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP? Hold My Heart</div>
<div>14) WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE? How Does She Know</div>
<div>15) WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU? White Horse</div>
<div>16) WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING? Slave for you</div>
<div>17) WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL? I'm Still Breathing</div>
<div>18) WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST? Cherry Bomb</div>
<div>19) WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS? Car Wash</div>
<div>20) WHAT'S THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN? FIreflys</div>
<div>21) HOW WILL YOU DIE? Man in the Mirror</div>
<div>22) WHAT IS THE ONE THING YOU REGRET? Chicken Noddle Soup</div>
<div>23) WHAT MAKES YOU LAUGH? Sweet Dreams</div>
<div>24) WHAT MAKES YOU CRY? Wannabe</div>
<div>25) WHAT WILL YOU GET MARRIED TO? Hotel Room Service</div>
<div>26) WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST? Love Game</div>
<div>27) DOES ANYONE LIKE YOU? Here I am</div>
<div>28) IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE? Come Clean</div>
<div>29) WHAT HURTS RIGHT NOW? Like A Virgen</div>
<div>30) WHATS THE ONE THING YOU WANT? True Friend</div>
<div>31) WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF VAMPIRES TRIED TO MOVE INTO LAPUSH? Consider Me Gone</div>
<div>31) What will you name this? Lady Grinning Soul</div>My Grandma, My Best Friend, My Angeltag:thecullensonline.ning.com,2010-11-01:3404507:BlogPost:4193482010-11-01T01:14:48.000ZLindsey "Littlebit" Sullivanhttp://thecullensonline.ning.com/profile/LindseyNicoleSullivan
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<p>My Grandma, she was my best friend. I could tell her any thing and she wouldn't yell at me or tell me what I should do. She would just listen. In January of 2009 she was told she hand lung cancer, it was the second time, the first time she had cancer they removed the tumor it was in, I was about 6 when that happend.</p>
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<p>I went to go see her Wednesday Febuary 2, 2009. My cousin had a basketball game so we wne to…</p>
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<p>My Grandma, she was my best friend. I could tell her any thing and she wouldn't yell at me or tell me what I should do. She would just listen. In January of 2009 she was told she hand lung cancer, it was the second time, the first time she had cancer they removed the tumor it was in, I was about 6 when that happend.</p>
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<p>I went to go see her Wednesday Febuary 2, 2009. My cousin had a basketball game so we wne to see her, we(my sister and I) bye and we'll see her later. When the game was over the plan was to go back over to my Grandma and papa's house, but she was sick and my dad said it was best not to.</p>
<p>On Febuary 5,2009 at 6:35 a.m my dad called and my mom woke me and my sister up and hands us the phone putting it on speaker, then my dad told me the worest words that I everything that I would hear.</p>
<p>"Lindsey, Grace, your Grandma died earlier this mornig."</p>
<p>I could tell his voice was breaking, he was in St. Pete with her. Mom told us we won't going to school, but htats all I wanted to do was go to school. When I got they I ran strat to prayer group, and cried and cried being held by my friends. I went and put mystuff in my classroom and my teacher saw my eyes and asked me what wrong and I cried and cried some more.</p>
<p>THat weekend was Revolve Tour, and me and my sister went, and pretended that nothing was wrong. And I worked to Natile Grant came on stage and sang "In Better Hands Now", I broke down crying my eys out, I cry till I was dry sobbing. Then that night lieing in bed the tears returned.</p>
<p>I had to attend 2 funerals for her, one in St. Peter were she lived and the second in Fort Odgen the place she loved.</p>
<p>I was told not to cry, that I had to be strong for my Grandpa and dad. I looked over and saw my 2 younger cousin one of them was crying and her younger brother was asking were Grandma was not understand what was going on.</p>
<p>I was mad for so long at God that he took her from me and my family. I stoped doing things that I loved. <br/>It wasn't and till that year at camp that I relized she's not gone. She's my Grandma, my Best Friend, but she's also my Angel, watching over me and protecting my family</p>Ballettag:thecullensonline.ning.com,2010-10-12:3404507:BlogPost:3998062010-10-12T22:30:00.000ZLindsey "Littlebit" Sullivanhttp://thecullensonline.ning.com/profile/LindseyNicoleSullivan
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<p>I remember my First Ballet recital, I was 7 years old takeing Ballet and Tap. When your that age you don't get nerves about a recital. When I was 7 I my main concern was making my dad proud of me, so on top of ballet i took t-ball(that was a stupid idea but hey i was 7) so after he showed up late I quit dancing till I 16.</p>
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<p>I remember my First Ballet recital, I was 7 years old takeing Ballet and Tap. When your that age you don't get nerves about a recital. When I was 7 I my main concern was making my dad proud of me, so on top of ballet i took t-ball(that was a stupid idea but hey i was 7) so after he showed up late I quit dancing till I 16.</p>
<p>Okay, this was my first big Ballet recital, (I'm the really tall one in the middle)anyone that knows the Sound of Music knows that the song is "16 going on 17". I remember learing the dance bit by bit and think how stupid we looked, but once we put it togeather I could not belive how amazing we looked. When we did are grand jete(the big jump) I almost fell 3 times. ~smiles~ But when I finshed everyone told me that I was an amazing dancer and that I am not allowed to quit. And now I'm on pointe (all the way up on my toes), and I'm glad that I haven't quite, and I never will.</p>Anthemtag:thecullensonline.ning.com,2010-10-12:3404507:BlogPost:3997902010-10-12T22:06:25.000ZLindsey "Littlebit" Sullivanhttp://thecullensonline.ning.com/profile/LindseyNicoleSullivan
<p>I recently had to read this for school, its about this guy who has never had a chance to know who he is, only what the world leaders tell him he should be, and its got me thinking a lot about who I am, and how far am I welling to go to be me, how far will I go to find love and at what cost.</p>
<p>So I'm going to write who I am, but I've had poety stuck in my head so i thought I would take a creak at</p>
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<p>I recently had to read this for school, its about this guy who has never had a chance to know who he is, only what the world leaders tell him he should be, and its got me thinking a lot about who I am, and how far am I welling to go to be me, how far will I go to find love and at what cost.</p>
<p>So I'm going to write who I am, but I've had poety stuck in my head so i thought I would take a creak at</p>
<p><font size="2">Lindsey<br/> small, dark hair, and bright eyed</font></p>
<p><font size="2">Sister of, Grace Sullivan, Brett Roger, and Debra Teter</font></p>
<p><font size="2">Who loves Ballet, American Lit, and music</font></p>
<p><font size="2">Who feels Happey when I dance<br/> Who needs music, someone to love, and Family</font></p>
<p><font size="2">Who gives my heart, my thoughts, and</font></p>
<p><font size="2">Who fears snakes, getting my heart broken, never being able to forgive my dad fully<br/> Who'd like to see Ireland<br/> Who dreams of being a professional dancer</font></p>
<p><font size="2">A student of Lower Dauphin High School</font></p>
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<p>Sitting In Class of close my eys.</p>
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<p>Sitting In Class of close my eys.</p>
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<p>I look in front of me, I look around</p>
<p>the place is packed waiting on my to dance.</p>
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<p>I feel it flow though me.</p>
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<p>I feel my heart race,</p>
<p>yet I can't stop. I don't want to stop.</p>
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<p>Again and again I turn.</p>
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<p>Only to find to my dismay.</p>
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<p>the teacher calls my name,</p>
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<p><font size="3">Daddy Tell me why,</font></p>
<p><font size="3">you make mommy cry.</font></p>
<p><font size="3">Tell me why,</font></p>
<p><font size="3">you left us here</font></p>
<p><font size="3">Tell me why,</font></p>
<p><font size="3">you moved away and change your address.</font></p>
<p><font size="3">Tell me why,</font></p>
<p><font size="3">you married some one new.</font></p>
<p><font size="3">Tell me why,</font></p>
<p><font size="3">you love work more then…</font></p>
<p><font size="3">Daddy Tell me why,</font></p>
<p><font size="3">you make mommy cry.</font></p>
<p><font size="3">Tell me why,</font></p>
<p><font size="3">you left us here</font></p>
<p><font size="3">Tell me why,</font></p>
<p><font size="3">you moved away and change your address.</font></p>
<p><font size="3">Tell me why,</font></p>
<p><font size="3">you married some one new.</font></p>
<p><font size="3">Tell me why,</font></p>
<p><font size="3">you love work more then me.</font></p>
<p><font size="3">Tell me why,</font></p>
<p><font size="3">your always busy.</font></p>
<p><font size="3">Daddy please I just want to know why.</font></p>
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<p><font size="3">A very wise person told me to write what is in your heart, i have asked this questions to myself so many times, it feels so good to get it out on paper(or online)</font></p>
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<p><font size="3">We fell in love.</font></p>
<p align="right"><font size="3">You broke my heart.</font></p>
<p><font size="3">It lasted all Summer.</font></p>
<p align="right"><font size="3">You Broke my Heart.</font></p>
<p><font size="3">You drifted away.</font></p>
<p align="right"><font size="3">You Broke my Heart.</font></p>
<p><font size="3">We barely talked.</font></p>
<p align="right"><font size="3">You Broke my Heart.</font></p>
<p><font size="3">You came over one day.…</font></p>
<p><font size="3">We fell in love.</font></p>
<p align="right"><font size="3">You broke my heart.</font></p>
<p><font size="3">It lasted all Summer.</font></p>
<p align="right"><font size="3">You Broke my Heart.</font></p>
<p><font size="3">You drifted away.</font></p>
<p align="right"><font size="3">You Broke my Heart.</font></p>
<p><font size="3">We barely talked.</font></p>
<p align="right"><font size="3">You Broke my Heart.</font></p>
<p><font size="3">You came over one day.</font></p>
<p align="right"><font size="3">You Broke my Heart.</font></p>
<p><font size="3">You told me you fell out of love.</font></p>
<p align="right"><font size="3">You Broke my Heart.</font></p>
<p><font size="3">You Broke my Heart.</font></p>
<p align="right"><font size="3">You Broke my Heart.</font></p>
<p><font size="3">I'm trying to put it back togeather,</font></p>
<p align="right"><font size="3">But i'm missing a piece.</font></p>