| Dedicated to a precious girl who is no longer with us RIP Michaela Aurora Zickuhr |
| Dedicated to a precious girl who is no longer with us RIP Michaela Aurora Zickuhr |


Mom's Christmas presentMaking my way into this world, Always held by your gentle hands. Keeping you up in the middle of the night, Just so you could meet my hunger demands.Mom's Christmas present
A little sneeze or cough, And I'm at the doctors stat. Then back home, with not even a cold Just laying on my mat.
The excitement of my first words, Catching me when I fall.
Always feeling needed, At my every whim and call.
The first day of school was not so easy, For you or for me. Surrounded by strangers, Not my usual company.
The teen years weren't so easy either,  


Never MineWrapped up in these ancient emotions, Dwelling on past words that were spoken. Time replaying in an endless loop,Never Mine
Just reminding me that I'm still broken.
Confronted by this tragedy, A memory from my past. Not part of my future, Something that molded me, that will forever last.
Some one who left me in my time of need, Who bruised and battered me while i was on my knees.
Forgiveness given, But not totally meant in truth. The words will never be forgotten I was nothing to him but a tool.
Brought up again by a simple word or phrase, &


LiveStrongWritings on a stone, A beginning and an end. To a life so well lived, A father, loving husband and best friend.LiveStrong
Many tears have been shed Hours of sleep lost. You wish those last few moments back, No matter what the cost.
A word mumbled and whispered through out the crowd, The sound as sweet as a song. Live life to the fullest, Always, no matter what, LIVESTRONG.


3 GirlsThree girls, three nights, One miserable outcome Blamed on a mind altering substance3 Girls
that shouldn't have been absorbed.
Driving down the hill a little to fast
Driven by something other then common sense A little aid in disturbing her train of thought The center divider and under her truck was where she was caught
He Daddy and brother walked her down the wrong kind of isle, In a pink wooden chamber instead of white lace. Her mom and aunt talked about zebra print and pickles
The urge to cry was so strong that it almost tickles
The next story is


heart brokenIn my dreams It was me in your arms My lips on yours There was only us And the clouds And the stars It was the world and us It was us against the world But in your arms I could take it Anything the world dished out And with your kisses I was strong again In my dreams it was me in your arms My lips on yours But in reality It’s always been herheart broken
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- kabz
"live, love, laugh....eat ice cream!"
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[...a secret was concealed.]
it rose like thunder, clapped under our hands!
it s t r e t c h e d for centuries to a diary entry's end;
where i wrote:
you make me happy when skies are grey.
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♥Cheneyy
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Is it honestly really worth all the pain and heart break?
I love your work! and judging by your journal,
I think we'd get along great!
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[insert witty signature here]
and no problem
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Is it honestly really worth all the pain and heart break?
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\"Come, Josephine, in my flying machine, going up, she goes up, up she goes. \"
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Is it honestly really worth all the pain and heart break?
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