People, again. |
1) I miss the friendship we used to have and I don't really know what happened. Two years ago we were so close and I'm excited to see how things will change. I really do miss you.
2) I hate how I hav...
Posted by on Fri, 21 Aug 2009 00:03:00 GMT |
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Indiscriminate, the lack of something realTell me something true with every flap of your wingWhispers come beyond the screams of the windRustle of voices covered by those of the leavesClear out the ai...
Posted by on Tue, 23 Jun 2009 03:59:00 GMT |
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The loss is marked off a list like it was something expected. The gain disregarded as if it were nothing.Only dust surrounds you now,as you watch all your walls fall down around you.Falter and fall,ev...
Posted by on Sat, 04 Apr 2009 06:38:00 GMT |
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A journey of marching through sovereign terrain.Matched with incurable fear and doubt. A body is held back by the struggling wind,while one marches on.Not looking back, never looking back.
Posted by on Mon, 30 Mar 2009 18:54:00 GMT |
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Strength is weakened with the mentality of failure.The ability is torched.Striving for greatness achieves no great honor.Left unwittingly helpless.Reread pages missing the meaning.Body can do nothing ...
Posted by on Fri, 27 Feb 2009 03:21:00 GMT |
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Eloquence is the facade we all wish we had, yet the only thing we speak are lies.Destiny, you say, cannot be determined so we all sit and watch time fly.Fate and reality walk hand in hand only to be b...
Posted by on Tue, 24 Feb 2009 16:16:00 GMT |
