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For all categories For all categoriesShe tucks me in at night that I can’t see. She prays over me and kisses me before I go to bed. I can’t see here but she is there.
It’s almost like a spirit, possibly a dream, but every night she is there. I don’t know who she is, but she is there.
Sometimes I get a glimpse of her. Still I don’t know who she is.
The feeling she gives out is love. I love her. Even though I can’t see her or feel her I always know she is there. I don’t know how I know she is there, but I just do.
Sometimes I think she is the one I love and want to hold close to my heart. Then sometimes I just don’t know.
One day I hope to meet her in real life. Maybe I already have and if I have then I want to marry her, because I love her.
Modified on May 12, 2005 at 8:16 PM 
What are you saying? That’s how my life is it’s always what and huh. Nobody understands me. It’s just like I’m a ghost. Everybody sees straight through me. I’m like air. It’s almost like I don’t even exist. My life just sucks. Life is just trying to kill me. If life doesn’t kill me than I’ll probably kill myself. Life is like trying to teach a monkey to not eat bananas. It’s just way too hard. Everything you do is wrong. It is impossible to ever do anything right. Life just has too many swerves and curves. That’s why my life sucks really, bad.
Modified on May 2, 2005 at 8:16 PM This story is about, a man who is a god. He is an exquisite inventor and craftsman. He found out how birds flew, so he made wings out of bird feathers, put them on his shoulders and flew. One day he decided that it was time to fly to another island. He took his son with him and his son fell and died.
I think this story is exquisite because I like story’s about gods. I also like the point that he gets to fly like a bird.
