Your Six Word Memoir
You are writing a memoir about your life and you only get to use 6 words:
Frank Sinatra might have written: "I really did it my way." What's yours? |
I have changed the world today!
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Quote:
"The Second Coming of Julie *" (* Surname) Though... In reality when I did begin to write my personal memoirs of it - I left out my surname - but you asked for six (lol) and I like to follow rules. |
"She kicked your ass with words."
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"She Lived Life With No Regrets"
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He was never afraid to live.
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Oh, God, I LOVE these.
I Was Stronger Than I Thought. or Still, I Can't Be Still. Still, I... or Not What I Wanted, But Sure. or Stopping Isn't an Option, Let's Go. or God, It's Good To Be Alive. |
Not sure, not done living yet.
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She painted her soul with acrylics.
Her soul is splashed on canvas. Living is not for the coward. Oh hell yeah, there is MORE! :eyebat: |
Quote:
i like this one best of all! |
The amazing journey will always continue
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He never claimed to be deep.
"He drank a lot of gin."
"He rode good horses and women." |
When writing memoirs, this is important :|
For my protection, change their names :blink: |
Lallala
She was a dark, misunderstood orchid. |
He never took himself too seriously.
:mohawk: |
"She smiled and I smiled back."
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Wait right there, I'll be back!
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She lived true to her values.
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Loved hard.
Laughed hard. Fucked hard. |
She really was an odd bird...
(one of my gramma's favorite sayings, and she does tend to say it a lot in reference to me...lol) |
While she breathed she had hope.
She dreamt in blues and yellows. |
She was a twisted little fucker.
:blink: |
My nutrients come from forbidden fruit.
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Hy said "hey y'all,watch this!"
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and also
"He embraced life's abundant absurdities." |
If I knew I would say.
She loved her Piglut immense amounts. |
She reinvented her life each morning.
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perfection
She flies by her own wings. |
she never got to ride again |
I said there was more, right?
June said "No drinking and posting!". |
Too many words obscure her meaning.
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He never stopped asking people questions.
He was always a troubled soul. Peace seemed to always elude him. He always tried to make a difference, He tried to walk the talk. |
I'm a crazy bitch. That's okay. I LOVE my awful, beautiful life. |
Blind flight, soaring with imperfect wings.
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Maybe now she will get some sleep
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:blink: *tired* |
Know me, love me, hate me
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