tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63969685823223117872024-03-05T15:48:33.216-07:00Emma Marie~EmmaMariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14954959544483000839noreply@blogger.comBlogger252125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396968582322311787.post-90644770629615420432013-03-13T18:11:00.002-06:002013-03-13T18:11:39.278-06:00VOTE, VOTE, VOTE....please?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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So, maybe you can't click my cover, but you can use the link to vote: </div>
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It's entitled: "My Tender Mercy (Provo, Utah Temple)<br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;" /><br />For me, this photo is very personal, and I would love for it to be able to bless more families as it has blessed mine.<br /><br /><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">~Please SHARE if you can, just COPY & PASTE the info below -- thank you so much for your vote!~</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;" /><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"><br />[VOTE for Emma Marie's Photo "My Tender Mercy (Provo Utah Temple) in LDS Living's Photo Contest to be in their 2014 calendar!<br /><br />All proceeds from the calendar go to the "Temple Patron Assistance Fund" so that families have the opportunity to be together forever.<br /><br />To learn more about LDS temples visit: mormon.org/temples"<br /><br />Photograph Copyright ©Emma Marie Photography]</span></div>
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--But this is just another autobiography, examining the prosopography of me.<br />
By: Emma Marie.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396968582322311787.post-62418748151224315402013-02-25T15:06:00.001-07:002013-02-25T15:08:52.528-07:00Back at the Beginning Or, Rather Back to Beginning<div style="text-align: center;">
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Take a moment to listen. </div>
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Close your eyes, take a deep a breath, move forward, begin. </div>
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It's how I started this morning, </div>
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realizing that the person I have spent the last year of my life wondering and wandering with - </div>
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would no longer be there. </div>
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I am happy. </div>
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And I know that happiness will be there for him too. </div>
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For those that will question this decision, it comes down to the lesson my mother gave: </div>
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You have to listen. </div>
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So I am listening to what I feel Heavenly Father thinks is right. </div>
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So this is goodbye, good luck and I guess I am not getting married quite yet. </div>
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<i> I wrote the above on October 22nd, 2012 </i><br />
<i>and to be perfectly honest I didn't understand. </i><br />
<i>I know now why, because I want to be able to do this someday. </i><br />
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<i>So, for now we just continue to be the best of friends, </i><br />
<i>who just happen to be in love with one another. </i><br />
<i>I am happy.</i><br />
<i> I am so happy and so excited for the adventures that lie ahead. </i><br />
<i>I get to be with my best friend everyday, </i><br />
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<i>I'll know I'm doing what the Lord has called me to do. </i><br />
<i>It is better this way. </i><br />
<i>And whomever it is, I will love the life I've been given. </i><br />
<i>The Gospel of Jesus Christ is such a beautiful thing. </i><br />
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By: Emma Marie.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396968582322311787.post-77659494802047190692013-02-25T14:57:00.000-07:002013-02-25T14:57:42.908-07:00The Longer I Run<br />
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I know I am leaving life behind. </div>
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The life I always imagined. </div>
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The one where I grow up and graduate with a Ph.D. in a subject, </div>
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where I spend half my twenties traveling the world. </div>
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The one where I get lost on subway trains, or run to the top of the eiffel tower. </div>
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I wonder though, if I continue to wander if I will just be more lost. </div>
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There are two sides to every dime, </div>
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and the more I wander, </div>
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I question if I will ever find anything better. </div>
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Will I close my eyes and toss my chances?</div>
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Just to know what I am hoping for. </div>
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If life only worked that way, because I would be happy either way. </div>
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I choose to be happy. </div>
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By: Emma Marie.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396968582322311787.post-40866762646519521502012-10-31T17:24:00.000-06:002012-10-31T17:25:22.367-06:00<div style="text-align: center;">
Hello followers, </div>
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One of my friends started an Esty shop with these adorable bows and earrings too. </div>
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They're really cute and cheap too (less than $5.00). </div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Her page is currently having a contest for a free bow & earring set :)<br />Want to help me win?<br />It takes three easy steps!<br />1. Like her Facebook page ---> <a href="https://www.facebook.com/JustButtonsBows">HERE</a><br />2. Write on the wall that Emma referred you,<br />in fact feel free to copy and paste this: </span><span style="font-size: small;">"Hello! Just wanted to let you know that Emma Marie </span><span style="font-size: small;">referred</span><span style="font-size: small;"> me" </span><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: small;">3. Check out her Facebook page, blog, or whatever else. She always has wonderful things to say, as well as wonderfully delightful bows and earrings (with discounts quite often too!)<br /><br />Thanks! </span></td></tr>
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By: Emma Marie.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396968582322311787.post-87612079986293814712012-09-15T17:32:00.000-06:002012-09-15T17:32:02.445-06:00Aspire Higher Coming Home to Him. <br />
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There is a song right now by Phillip Phillip entitled <i>Home</i></div>
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Some of the lyrics say this: </div>
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"The trouble it might drag you down, </div>
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if you get lost you can always be found. </div>
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Just know you're not alone" </div>
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How grateful I am, that I know that whatever trouble drags me down, the lost can always be found, for I know that I have a loving Heavenly Father and my Savior Jesus Christ who will always come and find His lost sheep. </div>
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We must continual seek Him. </div>
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Today I had the opportunity to go to the Brigham City Temple Open House. </div>
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It isn't my first temple open house, and I hope certainly that it is not my last. </div>
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As I walked through those halls today, </div>
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I hungered and thirsted to be able to understand, </div>
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and at the same time had a quiet reverence for what these temples hold. </div>
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It's not secret, it's sacred. </div>
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And while I wandered through that soon to be sacred home, </div>
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I knew that no matter what I would come here. </div>
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Eternity is a long time, but if you have someone you love what would eternity be without them?</div>
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The beautiful thing is that families can be together forever. </div>
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How sweet that knowledge is to know, that someday we will all be one eternal family. </div>
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I know that I can be through continued obedience to my Heavenly Father </div>
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and through sacred covenants I make with Him. </div>
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It is, as it has always been. </div>
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He has provided the great plan of happiness. </div>
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And included in that plan, he has always had temples so that His children might obtain</div>
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the ordinances needed for each and everyone of us to dwell with Him again. </div>
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So that we might obtain all the He hath. </div>
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I can say, that without this knowledge my life would be much different. </div>
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It was such a wonderful opportunity today, and though it was only for a short hour. </div>
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It was worth it to watch for one hour, and to leave my foot steps among the countless others and the countless many unseen who rejoice as I do that there is yet another temple. </div>
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That there is yet another house of the Lord we might come home too. </div>
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By: Emma Marie.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396968582322311787.post-290722952105093602012-09-11T00:41:00.000-06:002012-09-11T00:41:35.527-06:00Oh, here I come life, here I come!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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There really isn't anything I have to say, </div>
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except that it's odd to just accept, </div>
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that I am happy. </div>
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Accepting happiness, it seems like such a strange concept. </div>
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I just, I've always been so busy, that I was never just content. </div>
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It's odd to think that I can just -- be still, and be happy. </div>
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Oh be still my soul. Oh be still. </div>
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Also, Africa applications came out! </div>
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Gah! So many big decisions! </div>
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Life is wonderful, oh what a joy it is! </div>
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Life ahead, here I come whether you like it or not! </div>
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Well, it's not much, but this is home. </div>
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This beautiful wonderful little room with a window, </div>
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just east of the campus, </div>
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with it's cinder block walls. </div>
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I'm a little photography happy. </div>
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By: Emma Marie.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396968582322311787.post-91930483376714845852012-08-24T14:16:00.003-06:002012-08-24T14:16:59.950-06:00No Monkey Business<br />
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If anyone else knows a twenty-three year old guy who seat belts in a monkey, please let me know.<br />
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Not even seat belts, but goes to D.I. and comes out saying,<br />
"Look what I found! He's only a $1, we should give him a good home"</div>
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I left this little guy in the car, so Stephen seat belted him in, to keep him safe. </div>
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So welcome little guy.<br />
Anyone have name suggestions?<br />
Now accepting names.<br />
He has a home, he's gotta have a name.<br />
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--But this is just another autobiography, examining the prosopography of me.<br />
By: Emma Marie.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396968582322311787.post-9926908942106591012012-08-21T03:31:00.000-06:002012-08-21T03:31:00.522-06:00National Geographic Dreamer<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I ask myself somedays why I don't spend hours with a camera, because it has always been my first love. Do you think that National Geographic would hire a twenty-two year old Anthropologist? One can dream, these creatures are simply breathtaking. I hope you enjoy them as much I do. Comments are appreciated.<br />
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By: Emma Marie.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396968582322311787.post-39508365386729041542012-08-21T01:49:00.000-06:002012-08-21T01:49:23.158-06:00It finally happened I'm HERE<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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So, it finally happened, that big moment! </div>
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Hello Gates Hall, how are you doing today? </div>
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I have these lovely little residents moving in and I couldn't be more excited. </div>
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Did I mention that I am excited? </div>
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I just sit in awe at how grateful I am to be here. </div>
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So it's finally here! </div>
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It came! </div>
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--But this is just another autobiography, examining the prosopography of me.<br />
By: Emma Marie.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396968582322311787.post-52678425877509396232012-07-21T00:29:00.001-06:002012-07-21T00:29:19.831-06:00Velcro.<br />
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It's 12:15, 12:20 according to my computer clock, </div>
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which I did not, until recently, discover was set five minutes fast. </div>
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Thanks memory, that was a good thing to forget. </div>
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I believe that 12:15 calls for honesty especially when I have to work in less than eight hours. </div>
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I am terrified about being velcro. </div>
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I'm terrified that I found the kind of love that everyone talks about. </div>
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The kind of love where you laugh together at the silly things, </div>
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where please and thank you matter. </div>
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And where your heart is worried because you wondering if they'll be safe driving your car out to a ward camp out in the middle of no where Payson. </div>
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The person that you have tickle fights with and laugh, </div>
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and cry because you realize you are so happy, </div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"> that all you want to do is whisper how much you love them. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">That for once in your life, </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">you've found someone who reminds you that there is a certain happy in the world, </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">a happiness that is silly and ridiculous and blissful. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">That you keep just falling in love with them every day, </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">not all at once, </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">and certainly not completely quite yet. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">It's a like velcro, </span></div>
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both sides are different, </div>
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but every day is reminder that life is better when you have each other, </div>
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to hold onto, </div>
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to be stuck too. </div>
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And well, </div>
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it's just all so confusing, </div>
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and well I'm terrified. </div>
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Because frankly, because I've never really been velcro. </div>
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I've always been a shoelace, tied together, but not enough where it couldn't be undone without to much pain or effort. </div>
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This velcro thing....it's scares me. </div>
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12:29 - it calls for bedtime.</div>
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12:34 computer time. </div>
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By: Emma Marie.~EmmaMariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14954959544483000839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396968582322311787.post-89201452347943507162012-07-21T00:01:00.000-06:002012-07-21T00:10:47.320-06:00Finished! And OH, I'm getting so excited!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I know it's a box, </div>
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with grey and white lines, </div>
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and some words or so. </div>
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But you know what those highlighted blue ones mean?!?</div>
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......it means I've completed all the summer assignments, </div>
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BEING AN R.A.</div>
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I am so excited for this, I look forward to those seventy-three girls coming my way, </div>
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in just over a month. </div>
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The countdown is coming, </div>
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it's coming with fishing line. </div>
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It comes with tags. </div>
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It's coming with tissues paper, </div>
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boxes and bags. </div>
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And I'm puzzled, and I'm puzzled,</div>
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and tickled blue too!</div>
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My RA homework is finished, </div>
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and I'm so excited for you....well....erm, them. </div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">So, tomorrow begins another ten-hour shift at Vivint, but you see there is so, so so, </span></div>
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SO, very much more to look forward too. </div>
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--But this is just another autobiography, examining the prosopography of me.<br />
By: Emma Marie.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396968582322311787.post-76303659372945566842012-07-19T12:23:00.002-06:002012-07-19T12:23:58.211-06:00Buddy the Elf, Says it Best!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This guy makes everything about life wonderful. </div>
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Not to say that I hate life or anything, I love a lot about it. </div>
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There are just some things, well let's say that I don't appreciate as much as I should. </div>
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So what he does is he takes all those under appreciated things of mine, and makes them better. </div>
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For instance expressions, or elbows, or exercise.<br />
And well just Emma, he makes me better.<br />
And maybe all my bloggers out there are getting sick of my silly posts about Stephen.<br />
But, right now that's all there is.<br />
Is Stephen and Summer and....well Account Creation (yay Vivint!)<br />
But,<br />
really,<br />
I guess it comes down to this,<br />
as Buddy the Elf said it best,<br />
"I'm in love! I'm in love! And I don't care who knows it"<br />
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By: Emma Marie.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396968582322311787.post-6447392257562688602012-07-15T23:39:00.001-06:002012-07-15T23:39:42.359-06:00.....Sometimes I Remember Why.<div style="text-align: center;">
After taking my cold hand in his hands, </div>
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(ice cream does that to a girl you know)</div>
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While he cradles my hand in one he taks the other and wraps his little finger around mine. </div>
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It's his way of saying, I promise to love you as long as you love me. </div>
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It's why I love holding his hand so much. </div>
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And I remember why I love him. </div>
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By: Emma Marie.~EmmaMariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14954959544483000839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396968582322311787.post-8477043642450051602012-07-12T02:40:00.004-06:002012-07-12T02:40:58.630-06:00Outsider<div style="text-align: center;">
Inside, it is unknown. </div>
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Most days I feel like an outsider in my own skin. </div>
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Alienated from my own life.</div>
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Learning so much, that all of this seems so strange and unfamiliar. </div>
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My body spends so much time trying to wake itself up, reality seems far away. </div>
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......I'm waiting for it just, check.</div>
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><i>I keep hoping for that reality check. </i></span></div>
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I think it's about admitting to myself that, </div>
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<i>"it is okay to feel how I feel, it is okay to just move forward"</i></div>
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<b>I think it's all I've ever wanted was to be an insider. </b></div>
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">I want to wake up to reality and find out that it is okay to be a kid, to have adventures, to take fun pictures with a group of crazy girls, to do something outside of my comfort, to laugh and not be afraid or forced to laugh, to not have to grow up to fast, to be a young soul, to wake up and just take my own way, not having to report to anyone because I feel like I have to do so, </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">to not feel like I am pretending to exist in this life of mine. </span></span></div>
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<b>I think I am living someone else's dream. </b></div>
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By: Emma Marie.~EmmaMariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14954959544483000839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396968582322311787.post-37262954383442822022012-07-11T23:24:00.001-06:002012-07-11T23:24:16.450-06:00Wants & Needs<div style="text-align: center;">
I want to get lost in an airport and be all alone. </div>
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I want to fly to a different country, sleep in a tent and wake up to an African sunrise. </div>
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I want to raft down a river with a people I don't know and not have to belong. </div>
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I want to take a road trip with my best friend. </div>
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I want to live a life and not have to worry about all that I left behind. </div>
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I want to be a free spirit, blowing wild and free. </div>
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The fact of the matter is what I want, is probably not what He wants. </div>
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It's a tough thing taking your life, all your wants, or dreams and just sort of handing them over. </div>
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<i>I won't tell you it isn't hard. </i></div>
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<i><b>I will tell you it's worth it. </b></i></div>
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Today the question was asked, </div>
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"Have you considered giving up Africa?"</div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>My heart got all fluttery, my eyes started to water, and of all the things I didn't know if I could give up that. </i></span></div>
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By: Emma Marie.~EmmaMariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14954959544483000839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396968582322311787.post-53072402477867803952012-07-11T00:47:00.001-06:002012-07-11T00:47:15.760-06:00We're Not Cheerleaders. But These are Pom-Poms<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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So I'm doing this thing next semester - it's called being an RA. </div>
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Yippee! I couldn't be more excited! </div>
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I look forward to meeting those seventy-three girls, pretty much every day. </div>
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On the other hand I get to spend all summer preparing for it, </div>
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which at times is stressful. </div>
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So these little babies are a decoration demo, </div>
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so if you come and visit me in the fall you may find a few of these. </div>
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BECAUSE THEY PASSED</div>
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and they are incredibly easy to make. </div>
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Total cost of one of these babies: $1.08. </div>
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Wanna learn how to make them yourself? </div>
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By: Emma Marie.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396968582322311787.post-34153977841260680592012-07-09T01:12:00.002-06:002012-07-09T01:12:20.283-06:00Mind the Gap<div style="text-align: center;">
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It's a phrase used on trains when crossing from one train car to another. </div>
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When I look back over the past year of my life, I think I forgot about the gap. </div>
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I was going from one point in my life to another, </div>
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with the high speed commotion of everyone else's life happening around me. </div>
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When I realized that gap was there, that I was standing on the middle connectors of the train car wibbling and wobboling around trying to figure heads or tails of which way I was going. </div>
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After one crazy first year of college, sorting out family issues, and finally being "official" </div>
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Yes, I remember it's there, but it doesn't bother me as much.</div>
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.....and I don't really mind the gap anymore. </div>
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By: Emma Marie.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396968582322311787.post-6431153974151463402012-05-15T00:56:00.001-06:002012-05-15T00:56:45.713-06:00Erm, I forgot about this for a little while. Oops.<div style="text-align: center;">
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I took a five week hiatus, but I'm back now. </div>
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I can't exactly explain those five weeks - so I guess I'll just do it in photographs. </div>
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They say a picture is worth a thousand words, and those words are all I have right now. </div>
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By: Emma Marie.~EmmaMariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14954959544483000839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396968582322311787.post-36484497800350068362012-04-02T09:31:00.000-06:002012-04-02T09:31:50.348-06:00Thinking About A Future Family<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUeMwIQANWNHBd4SCzx6DM2h8y-0DnNuuSra1unuiBOAsqvLKnygPWEVd_LF4tbAue6m0pl36Helaca4_HUEl7N1nTlPNZQqNIFB_O-Wi0jfTq8PEl0H8Ibfjho4Lvci2tjd40ME8Eafrg/s1600/FamilyRules-ProclamationBased2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUeMwIQANWNHBd4SCzx6DM2h8y-0DnNuuSra1unuiBOAsqvLKnygPWEVd_LF4tbAue6m0pl36Helaca4_HUEl7N1nTlPNZQqNIFB_O-Wi0jfTq8PEl0H8Ibfjho4Lvci2tjd40ME8Eafrg/s1600/FamilyRules-ProclamationBased2.jpg" /></a>After watching General Conference, having my favorite scripture quoted twice in that conference and after reading in Ether this morning it solidified my thoughts on family. I want one. There was a time in my life where I was set out to be a cat lady. After learning more about my divine potential as a daughter of God, I thought about this family. General Conference had a lot of talks about teaching your families well, I am hoping that someday when Heavenly Father trusts me with his own little spirits that I may teach them well. On that note, yesterday afternoon I made this, (after being inspired by some Pinterest quotes as well). This is based upon the things from the <a href="http://www.lds.org/family/proclamation?lang=eng">The Family: A Proclamation to the World</a> that successful marriages and families are based upon. It has also taken a few things that I love and think make my own life beautiful. What better a life than to have one that is based upon gospel principles? I cannot wait to have my own little family, that I may have the opportunity to teach many about this gospel that I love with all of my heart. That without fail my Savior has not let me walk in this life alone. And, at least I can say thank you by raising a family in truth and righteousness. </div><div style="text-align: center;">So, that is just a few short thoughts on families, hope you enjoy! </div><div><br />
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By: Emma Marie.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396968582322311787.post-33718697007041977092012-03-19T15:09:00.000-06:002012-03-19T15:09:41.655-06:00Temple Hopping on Snowstorm Sundays<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Instructions: Press Play, then Read Post. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Anyway, after that random adventure I thought, what could be more fun than temple hopping.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I am from Utah County, and there are so many temples within like an hours drive of me. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Idea for summer: drive and do baptisms for all these temples in one day. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Could I do it? I think I could. </div><div style="text-align: center;">And then take some beautiful pictures? Yup, deal!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">So I went temple hopping with my best friend, it kinda felt like a mini-adventure. </div><div style="text-align: center;">I mean really, it was SO much fun. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Driving around talking about the gospel. </div><div style="text-align: center;">So we made it to four temples, Provo isn't pictured </div><div style="text-align: center;">and by the time we got to the Oquirrh Mountain Temple is was much too snowy,</div><div style="text-align: center;">and I had to be back for a wonderful stake Relief Society fireside. </div><div style="text-align: center;">(Am I really old enough to be going to Relief Society? Hmmm....)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1E5fAX082-jka7McdYVk1vIbOwUVvHEDrx08CEh7BEtVESBY0kM4ztfaNqQak1n1-utlmvnC4jClhupDvzY_BVcTFb91oO6EYcDPxIZqDOqwodCvfE74toxzW_-mBienTE824YMzMxc6d/s1600/TempleHoppinYeah.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1E5fAX082-jka7McdYVk1vIbOwUVvHEDrx08CEh7BEtVESBY0kM4ztfaNqQak1n1-utlmvnC4jClhupDvzY_BVcTFb91oO6EYcDPxIZqDOqwodCvfE74toxzW_-mBienTE824YMzMxc6d/s1600/TempleHoppinYeah.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;">So I took some lovely pictures of The House of the Lord. </div><div style="text-align: center;">I am a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. </div><div style="text-align: center;">This is my religion, my rock, and the thing the keeps me smiling even on the bad days. </div><div style="text-align: center;">It is a gospel of hope, salvation, something greater than just this life. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Have questions? Comment or visit <a href="http://www.lds.org/?lang=eng">lds.org</a> or <a href="http://mormon.org/">mormon.org</a> to learn more.</div><div style="text-align: center;">As course as always enjoy the photos....</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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By: Emma Marie.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396968582322311787.post-2640682517322491642012-03-09T13:33:00.000-07:002012-03-09T13:33:16.619-07:00More Than Words.<div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrTdsoBP1T_6smHqmqSvFch1M-FziuEdnCFBSO30gmaGE0bcNcNeEYFk-3M-Bedbj1sgn4ft5K4hd5OowX3iO9a9WxHL2PunFCqjzwDbTC2TghCwHs7D-v6XLhr6EcVR5_F0DiPTEL6zIX/s1600/WithoutWords3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrTdsoBP1T_6smHqmqSvFch1M-FziuEdnCFBSO30gmaGE0bcNcNeEYFk-3M-Bedbj1sgn4ft5K4hd5OowX3iO9a9WxHL2PunFCqjzwDbTC2TghCwHs7D-v6XLhr6EcVR5_F0DiPTEL6zIX/s640/WithoutWords3.jpg" width="424" /></a>Do you ever have those moments where your words mean nothing but your expression says it all?Think about the power of human connection, reading the faint smile lines or the pain in someone's eyes. In today's society I feel like we lose that, we lose that style that elegant way of communicating with another human being and are left with simply letters on a screen to say things such as: I love you or I miss you. When the way I look at you is simply enough for me to say it. Communication, it's more than just words. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">--But this is just another autobiography, examining the prosopography of me. </div>By: Emma Marie.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396968582322311787.post-52617628269053736032012-03-09T03:53:00.002-07:002012-03-09T03:53:54.702-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This is the place I don't feel alone. </div>
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This is the place I call home. </div>
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I was tired, my soul warn down. </div>
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I am fighting a battle, </div>
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one within the confines of my own self. </div>
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Sleep is simply restlessness. </div>
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And though my eyes grow weary, </div>
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I finally feel awake. </div>
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It's 3:41am,</div>
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the sheets are a vacant. </div>
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I am not alone. </div>
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Left with my own photos. </div>
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Time passes slowly when you're in love.</div>
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--But this is just another autobiography, examining the prosopography of me.<br />
By: Emma Marie.~EmmaMariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14954959544483000839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396968582322311787.post-17288439265578492212012-03-06T16:39:00.000-07:002012-03-06T16:39:46.152-07:00When it all comes down to it.....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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--But this is just another autobiography, examining the prosopography of me.<br />
By: Emma Marie.~EmmaMariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14954959544483000839noreply@blogger.com0