I wouldn’t have looked at her twice if she hadn’t smiled at me first. She wasn’t your typical pretty or the other Disney character who is completely a misfit and happy about it. But she had a quality I couldn’t place my finger on and I guess that’s all that made the difference.
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It wasn't fate
— it just was
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I entered a church. I waited, waited, and nothing He wasn't there; I left.
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Anyone who insults another's parenting clearly wasn't raised properly
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They were all unresponsive dead as dead could be. Somebody had won but it wasn't me. Enders game in play. 1 2 3 CHECK MATE. SON - OF - A - GUN!! HAA!!
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People say to think outside of the box to be imaginative, but my mind wasn’t small enough for a box in the first place. Or maybe the box was a circle, a cage…
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Who ever said it pays to be honest,wasn't being honest.
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Don't laugh at me when I'm silent cause it wasn't my CHOICE
Pain made me shout out the loudest and since then I have lost my VOICE
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"I have spent all of my life, hearing God tell me things that were going to happen, and I see other things happen that try to make it look like God wasn't going to do what He said He would, and still to this day, none of those other things have convinced me otherwise."
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“She was lost. Torn between what to do. I saw it clearly in her eyes as she stared at me. I wanted to tell her to let go and be with me even if it was just one night but I couldn’t. One night wasn’t enough.”
? Sarah Stein, Midnight Oil: An Anthology
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They always said I was special or useless, at least I wasn't judgemental and rude
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'Hurry Honey' The Good Old Days..." The best things about that are I wasn't 'Good' and I wasn't 'OLD' "
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I tried to walk tall and carry a big stick. But a short guy with a gun wasn't impressed.
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3:45 am
Late Night In the Room...
She wasn't feeling empty
because He left her.
She was feeling empty 'cause She still
Looking for him in it.
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I wasn't born to be average, it is the dream though
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If A BRIDGE CAN BE EASILY BURNED; IT WASN'T A STEEL BRIDGE... ANYWAY
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let's not toast a drink, to a poet ink, that cries stink, after all, whats there to think, let the con and hoodwink, fall and sink, wither away and shrink, from my little kink, to ... now a parting wink, I'm sorry I wasn't in sync
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"If it wasn't for feelings, words wouldn't mean anything."
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"I'd go there if it wasn't for the lions, and the elephants, and the money."
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In every successful business deal, someone wasn't smart enough.
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If it wasn't for Poetry Soup, my poems wasn't. Jim Horn
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'If it wasn't for the last minute, nothing would get done.' Anonymous
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Rome wasn't built in a day, neither was Cleveland.
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