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hello, my name is Eleanor Ruth Turney, but most just call me ellie, or what ever you feel like calling me, i am 17 years old i am a strong christian, God is my life, cos with out God i would have no life. and he has not once let me down, cos he is awesome like that, and want to try and live my life to follow him. am in sixthform at moment, am studying drama, philosophy n Ethics and health and social care, i did take maths but dropped it after a cuple of months becaue it is sooooo hard n very pointless, like why would i need to know about imaginary numbers? i want to either be a social worker, or ayouth worker I collect things that say 'smile Jesus love you' on them. and write it at bottom of most letters, oh yer n i love writting letters, if i know you and aint ever sent you a letter, and you want one then just send me your addresse and tell me to get to it. i also coolects coppers, at mo i think i have about £23 in coppers :) i love hugs, have never been known to say no to a hug, even if they are soaking wet, though this homeless person hugged me once for giving him a couple of quid which was very scary n if i had a choice i would have sed no to him, lol.i'm a very strange person, i often find people looking at me very strabgely. i also have very strange taste buds, as i like to mix my food. one thing that i had which was very nice was a crunhie mcflurry, with strawberry milkshake, ketchup, chiken n chips, n some coke, mixed together, i have to say it was very nice, n b4 u say i'm wrong try it. anyway that there is pretty much all there is to know about mefour word letterI wrote a four word letter...with post-script in crooked lines, "Though I'd lived I'd never been alive." And you know who I am...you held my hem as I traveled blind, Listening to the whispering in my ear, soft but getting stronger, Telling me the only purpose of my being here is to stay a bit longer. Stealing a bicycle chain as the handlebars crashed to the ground, And the back wheel detached from the frame, it kept rolling, yeah, But aimlessly drifting around.Oh, doubters, let's go down...let's go down, won't you come on down? Oh, doubters, let's go down...down to the river to pray. "Oh, but I'm so small I can barely be seen...how can this great love be inside of me?" Look at your eyes....they're small in size, but they see enormous things.Wearing black canvas slippers in our frog-on-a-lily-pad pose, We sewed buttons and zippers to Chinese pink silk and olive night clothes. If you could someday stop by somehow we'll show you the pictures and fix you some tea... See, my dad's getting a bit older now, and just unimaginably lonely!Oh, pretenders, let's go down...let's go down, won't you come on down? Oh, pretenders, let's go down...down to the river to pray. "Oh, but I'm so afraid" or "I'm set in my ways" But He'll make the rabbits and rocks sing His praise. "Oh, but I'm too tired, I won't last long." No, He'll use the weak to overcome the strong! Oh, Amanda, let's go down...let's go down, won't you come on down? Mama, Nana, let's go down...down in the dirt by the river to pray.(A wick to fit the wax...wood to fit the wire)You strike the match...why not be utterly changed to fire? To sacrifice the shadow and the mist of a brief life you never much liked? So if you'd care to come along, we're gonna curb all our never-ending, clever complaining, As who's ever heard of a singer criticized by his song? Though we hunger, though all that we eat brings us little relief, We don't know quite what else to do; We have all our beliefs, but we don't want our beliefs... God of Peace, we want You.messes of menI do not exist, but faithfully insist, Sailing in our separate ships and from each tiny caravelle. Tiring of trying, with unecessary dying, Like the horseshoe crab in its proper season sheds its shell. Such distance from our friends, Like a scratch across the lens, Made everything look wrong from anywhere we stood. And our paper blew away before we'd left the bay. So half blind, we wrote these songs on sheets of salty wood.Caught me makin' eyes at the other boatman's wife, And heard me laughing louder at the jokes told by their daughter. I'd set my course for land, but you well understand, It takes a steady hand to navigate the open water. The propeller's spinning blades held aquaintance with the waves, As there's mistakes I've made no rowing could outrun. The cloth low on the mast, I say I got no past, I'm nonetheless the librarian and secretary's son.The tarnish on my brass, the mildew on my glass-- I'd never want someone so crass as to want someone like me. But a few leagues off the shore, I bit a flashing lure, And I assure you it was not what I expected it to be. I still tastes its' kiss, that dull hook in my lip Is a memory as useless as a rod without a reel. To an anchor ever dropped, sea-sick yet still docked, Captain spotted napping with his first mate at the wheel!We'll float forgetfully along, with no need to be strong, We keep our confessions long, but when we pray we keep it short. I drank a thimble full of fire, I'm not ever coming back... Oh, my God.I do not exist, but faithfully insist, While watching sink the heavy ship with everything we knew! And if ever you come near, I'll hold up high a mirror. 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