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Karah’s first new story in over a year! The story is based loosely on the Taylor Swift song of the same title.

1.31.10 – Happy late birthday, Mr. Carter

Yes, I’m a bad fan. I missed Nick’s birthday which ultimately gives me a one-way ticket to the pits of hell. I gave him a birthday shout-out in other places, but not here.
I’m sure he’ll get over it if he has no life and reads this.
The bastard is 30 now, which means, dammit, that I’m [...]

1.20.10 – Actin’ like a fool with your pants on the ground!

First off, I want to apologize for the lack of updates around here since December… well over a month. I was doing so well there for a while with updating but work and life caught up with me and just didn’t have much time. Things have been crazy for me. I’ve taken on a few [...]

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10-27-09 - I'm here with my confession...

This is Nick Carter performing live in Charlotte, North Carolina on October 24, 2009. This is my personal photo. It's when he was singing the part of "Shape of My Heart" that this site was named after, "I'm here with my confession, got nothin' to hide no more... I don't know where to start, but to show you the shape of my heart..."
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