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One Year LaterI love him, and he loves me, and I never expected him to. I feel like I've known him forever, and forever is a longer time than anyone could imagine. Could it be that we are, in fact, destined to love each other forever? Have I found what I'm looking for? In him I see the stability and water my wrecked and thirsty soul longs for, and in me he sees my need. And somewhere in the middle of our chaos as individuals, there's an awkward tranquility between us that is invisible but that brings us together like two attracting magnets. I do quite believe that fate has taken its toll...pasting two opposites together. One year later, the bond still stanOne Year Later
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DisillusionI'm not quite sure what happened. I feel dead... To you, To everyone. A body walks around... Its spirit left a long time ago. She abducted it. Is she part of my imagination? Is she really there? She's just as dead as I am... Only walking the earth, Steering it like her own private train.Disillusion
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LiesHer smile faded so long ago in the mad existence of chaos. All she can do now is move like a ventriloquist moves a dummy, the same moves repeated, repeated. Nothing can make her happy, not a friend, not a comic, not even the warm glow of love. Even that love feels faded...she doesn't know enough; she isn't enough for him.Lies
Everything good feels like a dream to her...she isn't deserving enough to really experience anything good. She should be shot and killed...she has no purpose. Maybe she should shoot and kill herself. No one wants her here. Everyone hates her.
Why does she keep living this lie?
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MannequinI am I am I am. I am my thoughts and it seems all I know is water.Mannequin
Something is floating on the water...a sad little mannequin doll. Her eyes are closed and everything else as well. She has everything to hide and exposes nothing. Certainly she must be plain, her skin the colour of fresh linens, without blemish or scarring leaves no mark to tell her story. Her lips, though, are stained the colour of blood...all that can be known is that the secret she hides inside is there. What it is no one could ever fully understand. She wears a black funeral dress of velour and lace...with bell sleeves adorned with black lace and a full skirt
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- Current Residence: many places.
- Favourite movie: many: White Oleander and Sylvia come to mind first.
- Favourite band or musician: way too many to count. I listen to everything.
- Favourite genre of music: acoustics and pretty piano.
- Favourite poet or writer: Sylvia Plath
- Favourite photographer: Alessy <3
- Favourite style of art: black and white photography.
- Operating System: Windows XP Home edition. Vista blows.
- MP3 player of choice: iPod.
- Shell of choice: preferably a hard shell that doesn't crack easily.
- Wallpaper of choice: random pictures I find online.
- Skin of choice: my own :)
- Favourite game: Mario Kart and Guitar Hero...the .hack series is amazing too.
- Favourite gaming platform: anything Nintendo makes. The PS is pretty sweet though.
- Favourite cartoon character: Ike from South Park
- Tools of the Trade: mind, paper (receipt paper?), writing utensil, old Dell laptop.
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