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Well My name is Emma and I am from a place called Leeds in England.
I have just finished my first year at university studying a degree in psychology and I am completely in love with the subject although I must confess, I'm not a fan of research methods!

I love to sing, watch television, stand up comedy, and the sun. I am obsessed with Ghost whisperer and Grey's anatomy and often dream that I could have my very own Jim Clancy!!

I am a hopless romantic, a bit loopy and as random as you get....


Randon drabble thingy...

The meaning of life.

Searching for the meaning
is a pressing task
trying to solve existence
and why it doesn't last

But all this got me thinking
It's simple if you know
that it is the thing that quells existence
that allows us to grow

For the meaning of life is death
The thing that makes it end
For what's the point in living
If we know it never ends

So Live each day like it's your last
And say all you need to say
For the meaning of life is looming
And you want to be happy on your last day.

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  • Marta on June 27
    A good story and i hope to be able to read more in the future.
  • Butterflied : Reply to comment. on June 27
    Thank you very much. It is a title of a CSI episode and when I heard it I fell in love with it. It was either this or Flutterby.
  • Springs on June 27
    I adore your username o.o
    -stares-
    ahem
    Welcome to Storywrite!

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