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Depths Of Despair | My Impregnable Soul
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For Khaula Naxir And Miss Bushra. Rising from the depths of despair. Waiting. Craving. Thinking. They talk, they show off. They hate, they make fun. I resent, I spit. And with the lanterns lit,. I cry I smother. Because life is nothing but a filthy bother. And I pick up the knife. Hold it near the wrist. And let myself wander in the unlimited mist. Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window). Share on Facebook (Opens in new window). Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window). February 18, 2013.
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Awards | My Impregnable Soul
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For Khaula Naxir And Miss Bushra. YeahI found out that Marva Seaton, a fellow blogger had nominated me for an award.and it felt, and feels marvellous. Well thanks, Marva for nominating me for The Versatile Blogger Award. Here is a link to Marva’s awesome blog:. Http:/ marvaseaton.wordpress.com/. And just now I found out that another fellow blogger nominated me for this award. I’d surely want you to check out her blog:. Http:/ iwasneverheard.wordpress.com/. 5 In the same post, include this set of rules.
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Into a thousand pieces… | My Impregnable Soul
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For Khaula Naxir And Miss Bushra. Into a thousand pieces. 8220;Suddenly my eyes are opened and everything comes into focus. I am in a hospital room with walls white washed around me. After some time I realize that not only the walls but the furniture is also white washed. She raises her slender hand and caresses my face and says, Oh, Jasper, I thought I lost you forever. And she begins to cry again. The nurse comes up to me and even before I know it, I have been given a heavy dose of sedatives. It’s been...
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It Happens | My Impregnable Soul
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For Khaula Naxir And Miss Bushra. Let the lights go down. Let it all turn gray and brown. Because it’s all been meant for me. Embarrassment, Suffering, Melancholy. You come around from the corner. Glowing with exquisite beauty. And in my way you look. That I haven’t been feeling good. That I have been alone. With my face in yours, it happens. Because it’s all been meant for me. Love, Love Love. Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window). Share on Facebook (Opens in new window). February 15, 2013.
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Back to December | My Impregnable Soul
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For Khaula Naxir And Miss Bushra. Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window). Share on Facebook (Opens in new window). Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window). Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window). Click to share on Google (Opens in new window). Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window). Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window). Click to print (Opens in new window). Click to email (Opens in new window). December 18, 2012. 21 Comments to “Back to December”. Http:/ mar...
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The Versatile Blogger Award | My Impregnable Soul
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For Khaula Naxir And Miss Bushra. The Versatile Blogger Award. Yeah….I found out that Marva Seaton, a fellow blogger had nominated me for an award….and it felt, and feels marvellous. Well thanks, Marva for nominating me for The Versatile Blogger Award. Here is a link to Marva’s awesome blog:. Http:/ marvaseaton.wordpress.com/. And just now I found out that another fellow blogger nominated me for this award. I’d surely want you to check out her blog:. Http:/ iwasneverheard.wordpress.com/. 1) I love the bl...
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Savin’ Me | My Impregnable Soul
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For Khaula Naxir And Miss Bushra. Where are you when I need you the most? In such strange times, when there is not a single person beside me, you think it best leave me alone? I don’t know how your mind allows you to do this. They’ve all started to make fun of me, even young children. They say I’ve lost my mind since you’ve left. Do you remember the promises you made? They were uncountable. And you know what? It is killing me, Jasper, it’s killing me. Please save me, please. He closed the letter and star...
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The End | owainglynevans
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About the Man Behind the Words. Why do human beings need answers? Partly I suppose because without one the question itself soon sounds silly. Better then to ask no questions? Better then to be a contented pig than an unhappy Socrates? Since factory farming is tougher on pigs that it is on philosophers I’ll take my chance. – Jeanette Winterson. By OWAIN GLYN EVANS. But then the bat comes down and hits you on the head. Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window). Share on Facebook (Opens in new window).
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