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The Dark Room: febrero 2014
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Life went on without me. She remained silent for a moment, as if pondering the words she was about to speak. I dont really know how to beginn with this tale, there is so much to tell.*. I think we have plenty of time, you dont have to worry about that, take your time" - I calmly told her as I directed my gaze to the window. The wasteland underwent no change from one day to the other, the horizon and the sun made the ilusion of slight change real. It is a little complicated and mysterious*. I cant really ...
The Dark Room: octubre 2014
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Renewal is a necessary evil. It took me a long time, but I was finally able to recover from the darkness in which I had fallen. I was lucky though, I knew others had fallen and never recovered, others had been able to escape with a bruised body and a scarred mind. I opened my eyes, the daemon was laying next to me, slowly yet steadily breathing, probably having a dreamless sleep. She was nowhere to be found. My eyes got accustomed to the dim light and I could get a clear image of my surroundings. Inch b ...
The Dark Room: abril 2014
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And I was able to catch on. The world started spinning faster than I could bear once again. Memories sped through my mind. I had to lay down once again to try and calm myself, but my heart was pumping too fast, my breathing was unbalanced, the little vision I had left blurred and faded to black. I passed out just as she reached to me screaming and begging me to return. I could not return, not now. There are things I have to deal with in my deepest unconscious. Do I want to die? Do I want to live? I wante...
The Dark Room: For the greater good
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For the greater good. For the greater good many sacrifices are made, many lives lost, many dreams crushed. For the greater good, or the alledged one, is for which we would invest all we have. It is for this reason many spend restless nights thinking and many days working. We need to focus, as the greater good is not something to tread lightly with. What is the greater good, is there really a greater good? Is it part of a greater good to sacrifice others? For a greater good we cannot even prove. I trust y...
The Dark Room: marzo 2014
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You will never read this, and that makes it even more tragic. It is not easy for me? Why do you ignore the fact we are not the same? Why cant you accept that I am not you? I am not and will never be you. Yet denying suits you well. I have my own problems. Suffer my own feelings. And yet you can and will not see. That everything i do, even if for me. Costs me more than you can fathom. Fantom of my former self. I wander the streets alone. For this lonesome wanderer never had. These lines I write for you.
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In My Place
Where I talk my thoughts. Thursday, November 7, 2013. Because. it was always meant to be. Http:/ www.flickr.com/photos/artsylens/5432055901/. She broke away from her spell with the star studded midnight sky and let her gaze rest upon him. His face was as radiant as the rising sun. His eyes were a reflection of the millions of hopes n promises of a lifetime of happiness. I can never feel for you the way you want me to' she'd told him. 8216; He’d replied. This post is part of the. Platinum Day of Love.
mymindscrazy's blog - I just shot a man down. - Skyrock.com
I just shot a man down. On échange les rôles? Toi tu deviens fou de moi. Et moi je me fou de toi. 18/07/2011 at 1:16 PM. 24/08/2011 at 9:52 AM. Subscribe to my blog! Autant rigoler, la vie va te sembler tellement longue si tu prends trop au sérieux les choses qui t'arrivent. Don't forget that insults, racism, etc. are forbidden by Skyrock's 'General Terms of Use' and that you can be identified by your IP address (66.160.134.4) if someone makes a complaint. Posted on Monday, 18 July 2011 at 1:41 PM.
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Monday, December 20, 2010. Out the chair next to him and pats the chair. I climb up and settle in. He carefully separates the funnies from the paper and hands me "my newspaper". He goes back to reading his sport section. My legs swing back and forth as I laugh at Garfield. I can hear the Judds. Grandpa tell us about the good ol. Are on my birthday list, but nothing compares to this. Mornings are our time and nothing beats this moment. Have I been the father I should be? Posted by MEDINA AND SONS OFF ROAD.
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Carnivals of Rust
Welcome to my space! Sunday, March 13, 2011. History Created, But at what price! The Moon lit up the structure in silvery splash. The dazzle blinded the beholder. The tents were all dark, after a long time, after years of continuous hustle bustle. Who were punishing the carts and the blocks. She also saw many dying of fatigue and heat. A few of the women had even delivered babies. Yet, the caravans never stopped. The herd kept moving. The journey stopped on the northern banks of Yamuna. Tents were ra...
The Dark Room
A stranger I used to know. The day I saw you on the street, that day I think I remember having had a dream about you. I dont recall what it was about or why you were in it, but I guess it was somewhat of a warning. You had not changed at all, still all the same, nothing would change you. We crossed as any other two strangers cross on the street of a crowded city, but I knew that we were not just any other couple of strangers that pass each other on the daily. The duality of what we had been, what we coul...
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My mind's doodlings – Scribble absent-mindedly. Thats what a doodle is and am here….
My mind's doodlings. Scribble absent-mindedly. Thats what a doodle is and am here…. June 15, 2016. June 15, 2016. And today he is away. The curtains showing him the way. Alone in a new cocoon. Out looking at the moon. She in a different horizon. In the thoughts of her full moon. A charming curve on her face. Her heart beating apace. Day or night, drizzle or snow. Far or close, now she always know. For the beat of her heart can only slow. When her moon shines bright to make her eyes glow. May 24, 2016.
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