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Anger's Angel: Wings
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1 de abril de 2008. His wings were little when he was little. Every time he was alone he examined his wings, touched them, felt them and tried to move them which he could once in a while. When he was with his parents nobody noticed anything. Sometimes even he forgot about this. He went to school, talked with his classmates, played soccer and fell in love as any common child. He was naive at that time, he did not know the world, he was blind and his wings were white as moonlight. Sometimes I have to remem...
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Anger's Angel: Modified Dreams... Capitulo Nueve... Bridge
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16 de abril de 2008. Modified Dreams. Capitulo Nueve. Bridge. He felt the air cooling his face as he was falling, rushing to the water. He felt like flying. He held his breath and entered in the river’s cold water. He thought that he could see. The bridge which he had just jumped from. His ears started to ache and his heart’s beatings became louder and stronger. But he didn’t want to go up so he held a heavy stone and stayed there; quiet, silent, calmed. He was able to hear some noises which h. His hands...
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Anger's Angel: abril 2008
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16 de abril de 2008. Modified Dreams. Capitulo Nueve. Bridge. He felt the air cooling his face as he was falling, rushing to the water. He felt like flying. He held his breath and entered in the river’s cold water. He thought that he could see. The bridge which he had just jumped from. His ears started to ache and his heart’s beatings became louder and stronger. But he didn’t want to go up so he held a heavy stone and stayed there; quiet, silent, calmed. He was able to hear some noises which h. His hands...
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Anger's Angel: mayo 2007
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15 de mayo de 2007. Modified Dreams. Capítulo Seis. Dream Susana. This is something to do with my borading house, and a girl who lives in the. Women's boarding house. She's Susana. It is supposed that women can't go in our rooms, but this girl was living at my boarding house with a boy, who wasn't actually at university, in a room near mine. And she kissed me back more than my kiss had lasted. then the obvious: her boyfriend came and took her away. Susana Told him to calm down and he took his way. I thin...
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Anger's Angel: junio 2007
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23 de junio de 2007. Modified Dreams. Capítulo Siete. Living Dream. I was once quite naive. I had only my hopes, my wishes, my childish tenderness, my perfect love. But I lost all that. I was walking with those words in my mind, trying to figure out what they meant but some reason blocked my memories. Whenever I tried to escape from her look I couldn't, she was just a spell which wouldn't let me go with my normal life. normal in some reasonable sense. Thoguh I tried strongly to forget this cursed effect ...
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Anger's Angel: agosto 2007
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23 de agosto de 2007. Playing Dead. Nightmaring Plays. Part IV. Continues from part III. I don’t know why I feel cool, calmed… (Enters Reeds followed by Rodney and Dave sees him) well I felt so…. Please sir, sit down (Rodney does) could you say your name aloud please? Did you know the victim? Yes, I did know him very well. How did you become friends? Actually he wasn’t my friend, I said I knew him. That’s true; you can’t possibly be friend of anyone. Say that again bitch! Please answer the question.
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Anger's Angel: marzo 2008
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31 de marzo de 2008. I was just a little demon. Who needed a real master. I could not control my fire. Which didn’t grow that faster. He came big and violent. And rose his hand to teach me. He was just now and then and sometimes. He gave me what I was to be. I hated his beatings and torments. Feared his fire and his whip. His wicked sight, his irrationality. The endless bleeding of my lip. I was then a little monster. Who needed training and wings. He gave me all I needed. 5 de marzo de 2008. And I got it.
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Anger's Angel: noviembre 2007
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13 de noviembre de 2007. Playing Dead. Nightmaring Plays. Final Part. Continues from part IV. Rodney goes out escorted by Reeds who stays down the threshold waiting for Alison. They enter while Dave speaks. That’s how you’ve always been! You throw the stone and hide your hands… It’s not that nobody does it, but you coward never admitted it! You played this game just as you wanted it to outcome! Now I’m dead, but I swear you’ll never make her happy as I could have made her! Did you know the victim? Ok, th...
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Anger's Angel: marzo 2007
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29 de marzo de 2007. It is time to feel the angst. Anger. How I am not supposed to feel as a jerk? If I only speak foolishnesses, nonsense, stupid words which reveal from my mind trying to find a reason for: how do this feeling work? But, what am I meant to explain? How can I make you explore this, sweet heart? Does this sound absurd? Suscribirse a: Entradas (Atom). No More Sorrow Lyrics. You Are a Chocolate Cake. Fun, comforting, and friendly. What Kind of Cake Are You? The Alchemy Of Life.
