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| PeoplePeople are strange
difficult
self focused
malignant
They don't freaking SHUT UP.
like stubborn reverberations in a hall of glass.
Nails across a chalk board.
people are strange.
One of my sisters has gotten herself into a bit of a mess.
She is well intentioned, but a little awkward when it comes to dealing with things that upset her.
She has a very strong sense of justice.
She just hasn't figured out how to help bring the justice about properly, and without making herself look like a fool.
-=Rolls eyes=-
I suppose Kerah will have to come to her rescue.
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| Hoplessness
breeds
misconduct
uselessness
and
evil.
Shake off the darkness
shake off the ash that clings
it only suffocates.
fight till you have nothing left to struggle with.
can you taste the freedom?
taste the freedom.
let it burn in your eyes
in your heart
in your soul
don't let go.
hold on till your hands wont unclench.
untill you bleed
and burn away to nothing.
don't let go.
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| Interesting
I like this word
Never have I ever
Taken candy from a baby
Every time I think of you, I see nothing.
Resist and be beaten down.
Examin your hands, how much blood have you spilled?
Silence rains down from heaven, letting you linger in the silence of your words.
Take back the land that was stollen, forget that once we were just children.
Invent a better mouse trap.
Never cry again.
Go out with a bang.
*twitch?* -.- | | |
| hmmm.....
hmmmmm......
hmmmmmmmm....
odd....yes very odd... *chuckles*
very odd indeed... these people....
well...... they are very odd... ^-^ hehe...
yes.... I know... how odd right? your talking about me now aren't you..... but of corse I'm odd... wouldn't you be if you were me? but thats an entirely diffrent question.... of corse.....I will be quiet now...
*sits in her room playing an acoustic nylon string spanish style guitar. The light from the window bleaching the color from every thing its so brilliant... but she sits, not noticing as the strings sing a haunting wild song, and her fingers fly up and down the ebony neck as her eyes glint with the closest thing to joy she ever feels.*
((Thinks to her self))
"to be alone......its not such a bad thing after all..." | | |
| I wonder what would happen if I tried to burn some ones christmas tree.... perhaps I would be smote..... ehh....Wandering is a lonely buisness it makes ya think about odd things to fill the empty timelines.... my mind is opening like a book....I can see but cannot feel my pages when there torn out and burned..... | | |
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