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Name: Clay
Birthday: 4/1/1988
Gender: Male
Interests: God,
love,
music,
church,
playing the drums,
Listening to music,
drawing,
being with my friends,
school,
writing,
dreaming,
laughing,
making people laugh,
reading,
playing shows with my band,
practicing with my band,
I love the ocean, especially when it's raining.
". . . So when you say forever, can't you see . . that you've already captured me."
Expertise: Music
Occupation: Student
Industry: Entertainment
Message: message meEmail: email me
Website: visit my website
AIM:  LifesTemporary82
Member Since:
6/6/2003
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| I'm sorry that I can't seem to get a hold on the way that I act, and that there is never really any balance, I'd convince you to leave me, if I could ever bring myself to do it, I want to get better, and better for you, I want better for you, you'll never believe what goes on in my mind, you'd never believe me, it's all in the moment, or it used to be, now I'm just never sure anymore what is real, and what is over-reacting, and I'm always acting, as if I'm somebody else.
I also can't seem to get over how things used to be, and how I was so close to getting so much done right, and now I'm pretty sure I'll never get to do them over, I miss who I used to be, You would have liked the real me. | | |
| I met a Bright girl.
I think I'm getting it right this time.
Thank God, for her.
It just doesn't make any sense, it feels so unfair.
But there is no way I'm throwing this away.
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| I still check here from time to time. Mainly just to see how things used to be. I miss Xanga. I miss being able to write how what I feel; it's to much to post and expect people to open it and read.
Love Yours,
Clay
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| Dear You, It's been forever since I've written about you; especially since we're all on myspace now. I miss being able to write about you here on xanga. I'd always hope you'd read my entries when they were about you. You always did. I know I sound really stupid, but I doubt you or anyone else will read this. I think it would be kind of redundant to say that I miss how things used to be, because that's all it's ever been. I guess what I'd really like to say is that I'm sorry I'm not everything you need. However, I want to be, and I'm trying. I always think I can do something to gain your love, even though I know that is not how it works. I don't think I could specifically point out what it is about you that I love so much. So much that it hurts. You know I could be totally wrong, I could be immature, and confused. Maybe I'm just too young. Maybe every song shouldn't be about you or for you. Maybe I don't love you. I'd be honored to spend the rest of my life with you. I don't know how I would ever accomplish that. I want to be a man of God. A man of God is all you'll ever deserve, you should never have less. If I am totally lost and wrong, please forgive me. Just know that I am sincere, and you mean everything to me. I don't even know why. I just wanna tell you so you know... 
Love, Clayton Here I go, scream my lungs out, and try to get to you, You are my only one, I let go, there's just no one, no one like you I want you to know that I love you. I want you to know that I love you from the bottom of my heart. Tell me if I'm wrong. Show me where to go from here. | | |
| Donna,
I'm so sorry.If only there were something I could do for you.
I’m praying. I’m praying hard; for you and your family.
I love you.
God Bless You.
“I wait for a lonely breath, I wait to surface from this depth, I wait the light to come and take away these images I’ve kept in my mind.
I wait for a silence here. I wait for things to disappear. I wait for the ground to stop moving underneath my only fear.”
Love,
Clay
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