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Pt.4 Only, the hatred of cages, made her forget the bonds it might have stood for...
6:10 PM Dec 13th, 2009
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Pt.3 a loss more akin to a the beauty of fluttering snow feathers rushing skywards off the piazza ground, because there was no cage.
6:09 PM Dec 13th, 2009
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Pt.2 A proud child who is not brave enough to admit that she fears the loss of friendship,
6:09 PM Dec 13th, 2009
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Pt.1 got a wake up call..the kind that hastens memories, those nostalgia which send torrents of sorrow to bear upon a childish soul.
6:09 PM Dec 13th, 2009
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sometimes when you turn around, you don't believe how far you've come. Still alone, but amazingly peaceful...
5:09 AM Nov 18th, 2009
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the joy of words, only become feverish, when one forgot why one wrote in the first place...
6:53 PM Oct 20th, 2009
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no heavenly melodies, nor gentle caress of the consoling wind can ease a heart which needs to be sad, and knows it so...
3:04 AM Oct 13th, 2009
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Image of typhoon parma RT @
6:09 AM Oct 2nd, 2009
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(pt.3) it would be so easy, to just sleep into the cold.../ fierce but enticing cold..... (end)
5:33 AM Oct 1st, 2009
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(pt2) only a straight spot beam of sun allowed through the broken hollow/ numbness cutches me, reminds me my body matters so little now
5:33 AM Oct 1st, 2009
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(pt.1) in an instant drop deep into a freezzing river/ all sky hidden behind the vast ice floor...
5:31 AM Oct 1st, 2009
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7:10 PM Sep 27th, 2009
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(pt.5) ...pray... let me fall out of words... pray...
8:18 PM Sep 23rd, 2009
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(pt.4) ...from inside the quiet library...
8:16 PM Sep 23rd, 2009
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(pt.3) imagining the warmth of touch, the battle, the odd and weird, the unthinkable, the fears, and love for these all...
8:12 PM Sep 23rd, 2009
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(pt.2) although stories try to keep us in books/ we must not be satisfied with just imagining the flight of wind/
8:08 PM Sep 23rd, 2009
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(pt.1) for now, there's no talking about what.../ to know you/ i have to stop playing crosswords/ for we really live among winds
8:05 PM Sep 23rd, 2009
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"somehow find, you and i, collide..." (Collide, Howie Day)
8:10 PM Sep 14th, 2009
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one needs to deal honestly with suicide to be able to truly decide what one's life meant to him/her
4:01 AM Sep 13th, 2009
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Monkeys jumping on my bed?!
7:32 AM Sep 10th, 2009
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