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- Gender:Male
- Age:19
- Ethnicity:Asian
- Occupation:Student
- Country:United States
- State:Virginia
- City :Falls Church
- Hometown(s):Karachi
Personal
- About me:Hmmmmmm M 5'11 N Wat Else Dun Noe Wat To say lolz...ask me wateve u wanna noe...
- Language:Urdu N English
- Interests:bike racing, chating, play vedeo games, basket ball, cricket and sometimes car racing
- Favorite books:I Hate Reading
- Favorite music:Rock
- Favorite TV programs:Dun Watch Much
- Favorite movies:Longest Yard, Shailo n many more
- I'm looking for:frends frends n frends :P
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- Sexual Orientation:Straight
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- Mclean High School [ 2005 - Present ]
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12/8/2006 2:43 AMloveu
aisha
18, New York, New York, United States
To Watch You Leaving . . .
is to know such pain, it's jagged edges tearing into my soul. As a stake from the garden tears into the warm, dark earth.
To Watch You Leaving . . .
knowing all the while that never again will I fit myself, warm with sleep, against your solid back.
Nor hear your steady breathing. Or feel the beating of your heart.
To Watch You Leaving . . .
aware in every moment of every day that my dreams, my future; once tied with silken ribbons to yours, will never come to be.
And the mornings once so silent and hopeful, us gazing at the mountains and so gently awaiting forever - are now but small pieces of my past.
To Watch You Leaving . . .
your heart a tight fist of anger and your dry eyes betraying nothing of you. I cry for both of us, my love, because you will not.
To Watch You Leaving . . .
is to know that I've lost my place on this earth. My station. My heart's home. That I will wander, forever a nomad. Alone and afraid. And in my troubled dreams watch you leave, again and again.
For the balance of my days.
is to know such pain, it's jagged edges tearing into my soul. As a stake from the garden tears into the warm, dark earth.
To Watch You Leaving . . .
knowing all the while that never again will I fit myself, warm with sleep, against your solid back.
Nor hear your steady breathing. Or feel the beating of your heart.
To Watch You Leaving . . .
aware in every moment of every day that my dreams, my future; once tied with silken ribbons to yours, will never come to be.
And the mornings once so silent and hopeful, us gazing at the mountains and so gently awaiting forever - are now but small pieces of my past.
To Watch You Leaving . . .
your heart a tight fist of anger and your dry eyes betraying nothing of you. I cry for both of us, my love, because you will not.
To Watch You Leaving . . .
is to know that I've lost my place on this earth. My station. My heart's home. That I will wander, forever a nomad. Alone and afraid. And in my troubled dreams watch you leave, again and again.
For the balance of my days.
12/5/2006 9:06 PMRe: Re: Re: Re: Re: uff
Umar
19, Falls Church, Virginia, United States
lol!!! aight den wat type u liek???
12/5/2006 9:12 PMRe: Re: Re: Re: Re: hey
Umar
19, Falls Church, Virginia, United States
ic nicee... well m jus chatinn....
12/5/2006 9:15 PMRe: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: hey
Byron
19, Cuba, New Mexico, United States
well me to. So what you doing when oyur not on the computer?
12/5/2006 9:32 PMRe: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: hey
Umar
19, Falls Church, Virginia, United States
Dude i gotta go!!!
i'll talk 2 ya later aight peace... bye..
i'll talk 2 ya later aight peace... bye..
10/5/2007 2:22 AMhey boy