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1000 POINT GIVE AWAAY [ closed ]You remember when I said I'll have a contest?
Well I didn't want to go through all that so I just made a give away instead!<3
Also, It's my birthday tomorrow!<3<3 >w<
So I'm gonna be doing a giveaway LOL
I'm really happy that I have 250+ watchers and I want to make something for all of you!!<3
I know this isn't much like some other people give but hey, it's all I have ; - ;
There will be two winners ; v ;
1st prize ~ 700
2nd prize ~ 300
RULES TO PARTICIPATE
You must add this journal to your faves!!
You must watch me! (if you already aren't! I will check >:U)
You have to post a journal about my giveaway and link it back to me! :3
The winner will be chosen in 2 weeks (8th of October)
This is my first give away and like I have no idea if I'm doing it right haha xD
Okay, so my point give away ended and that means no more spamming you with advertise
175 points Give away(closed):iconsayhiplz:Hi every one it is me Again xXkimiX
I had 2 contests before this
3-Fave this(Because i choose the winner from there)
4-Comment on 2 arts of:iconxkimiax:&:iconnicemarziehBecause they helped me with this raffle)
5-Write journal about this
We have 3 winners this time
o3o Deadline: over
To depression, for creating days without endWake up to the realization that you've been awake
for seconds, minutes, hours.
You've been awake in this warm, dark room
and you don't know how long it's been
but now you're conscious
and it starts again--
the pain, strong and steady, in your chest.
You gain consciousness in this too warm morning
and your thoughts whir in endless loops
because it's either that or face the weight in your chest.
Light breaks though the window, soft and unwelcome
but you take it as a reluctant gift--
a new distraction from the feelings awake in your chest.
Awake, but not conscious.
So you think yourself in circles a little while longer
waiting for those quiet pains
(the constant reminder)
to gain consciousness.
IowaIf you visit Iowa,
you'll call her fields empty,
but she wasn't born that way.
A part of her was carved out
when she was ripped between Virginia
and the purple mountains of New Mexico.
Her gold hair, she tore it out when she realized
it didn't make her a princess.
She laid her locks strung along every road
leading somewhere else.
White hairs on her cheeks
are scars from winter.
Her hair darkens with the dampness
of summer rains.
The storms are never silent,
but neither is life when there's a tear
in your childhood where
a parent ought to be.
I've been flooded by Iowa's sorrow.
The only way I can distract her from her own voided landscape
is if I hate myself harder than she cries.
She just wants to fly
and I want to bus or train,
not because I fear death, but because
I want to take living slow.
It's the only way I ever feel.
From the air it's hard to watch Earth's hips move.
But Earth can't compare to the country.
That's my girl.
Full grown even when harvesting season's j
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