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Where fort art thou, Ellen? – Annie's Hub.
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Words are never enough…. Where fort art thou, Ellen? Occasionally , I think of Ellen, a beautiful teenager who lived in the slums along with a schizophrenic mum and a hostile stepfather. She had nothing. Unacceptable, according to the society standards, she became a friend to. The lady in her mirror,. Taking to invisibility, with the hope of finding peace in an inexistent realm. Then came Daniel, who tried to impress upon the idea that there is meaning to the illusion, that is Christianity. Fill in your ...
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HOPE – Annie's Hub.
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Words are never enough…. Message in a Bottle. With him lies the stillness she longs for. His presence ignites within her, true happiness. He seems to to be the one she seeks. In her, He says, is the very thing he wants. He claims to love her, says she completes him. All my life I learned: The devil works with the Idle mind. It's the same for all but me. My idle moments are for his leisure. My mind is his toy View all posts by onymousannie. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here.
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Annie's Hub.
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Words are never enough…. Message in a Bottle. I do not know what I am nor what I am not. I do not know what I am to be. I do not feel the need to be. Maybe, just maybe, I do not want to be anything at all…. All my life I learned: The devil works with the Idle mind. It's the same for all but me. My idle moments are for his leisure. My mind is his toy View all posts by onymousannie. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:.
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EVER WONDER WHAT EXACTLY WE ARE? – Annie's Hub.
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Words are never enough…. Message in a Bottle. EVER WONDER WHAT EXACTLY WE ARE? Is it just me or aren’t we operating in a world that faded aeons ago? We couldn’t know what true excitement feels like, since there’s nothing absolutely new to reveal. Our achievements are in the light of the past. It appears there are no feasible paths to create, but to follow the trails of history. It’s sad to see that we are living in a fossil. We are entities of an overly recycled world. 2015-07-19 at 5:36 PM. All my life ...
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June 2015 – Annie's Hub.
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Words are never enough…. Message in a Bottle. There’s this spot I sit. Where from I see the world bare. That which seems complex is crystal. Its simplicity is a paradox. Its vanity, entertaining. Still in this spot I sit. I’m invisible, seeming invincible. Yet my inner imbalance turns out. To be my Achilles’ Heel. And I shoot myself in the foot. But in this spot I sit. I dread that I am seen. As the injured valiant knight that I am. So I brush off whoever approaches. By absolutely being obnoxious.
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My Spot – Annie's Hub.
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Words are never enough…. Message in a Bottle. There’s this spot I sit. Where from I see the world bare. That which seems complex is crystal. Its simplicity is a paradox. Its vanity, entertaining. Still in this spot I sit. I’m invisible, seeming invincible. Yet my inner imbalance turns out. To be my Achilles’ Heel. And I shoot myself in the foot. But in this spot I sit. I dread that I am seen. As the injured valiant knight that I am. So I brush off whoever approaches. By absolutely being obnoxious.
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INCOMING II – Annie's Hub.
https://onymousannie.wordpress.com/2015/05/14/shame
Words are never enough…. Message in a Bottle. The said time is early without warning, and she, too cowardly to let go of life, is drowned in her misfortune, as reality unfolds for all to see her let go of her disguise. She wishes for a new beginning to sweep this present to oblivion and make her beloved proud of her. All my life I learned: The devil works with the Idle mind. It's the same for all but me. My idle moments are for his leisure. My mind is his toy View all posts by onymousannie.
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Annie's Hub. – Page 2 – Words are never enough…
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Words are never enough…. I denied myself of what was true, in order to satisfy you, making sure you had it all, even when it made me sore…. In summary, you had little regard, and I got less than I deserved. Or maybe I didn’t). That someday you’d leave. With the one you’ve always loved. Because I’ve given so much. Yet it isn’t worth a fraction of your love. You’ll never want me. Even as we have come this far. Because you’ll leave without warning. And I’ll cry like I’m doing now. I’ll never be ready. Is it...
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Annie's Hub.
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Words are never enough…. Years since you left, and you have become a Prince Charming. No longer are you the goofy frog I love. I guess you got your kiss from a more worthy maiden. Years now, and I still am stuck in the shadow of our past. Leaving me left me void of an identity. No matter what, I’ll ever be known as “The girl who used to walk with the tall fair nerd”. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public).
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My Spot – Annie's Hub.
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Words are never enough…. Message in a Bottle. There’s this spot I sit. Where from I see the world bare. That which seems complex is crystal. Its simplicity is a paradox. Its vanity, entertaining. Still in this spot I sit. I’m invisible, seeming invincible. Yet my inner imbalance turns out. To be my Achilles’ Heel. And I shoot myself in the foot. But in this spot I sit. I dread that I am seen. As the injured valiant knight that I am. So I brush off whoever approaches. By absolutely being obnoxious.