the streami am lost and like a leaf in a stream i drift away slowly at first then faster and faster ever further from where i began.the stream
frightened and confused the stream keeps moving, bending and twisting as it goes.
and i go with it.
the shores of knowledge have disappeared and left me with islands of uncertainty.
lacking comprehension i spin in a whirlwind of feelings not yet close to landing and i fear i am lost.
save me.EthanShe stood on the corner silently, thankful for the fact that the streetlamp above her had burned out. The warm summer air stirred slightly in a breeze, making her skirt and the blanket she held in her arms move with it. It was just past eight on a Wednesday night, and she was in a suburban neighborhood, far from the streets where she worked late into the early hours of the morning. Her eyes were trained on one house in particular, number 127. It was a two story home with white siding and a well kept yard. She had watched this house and the couple who lived there for months now, and she had finally chosen them to take part in her plan, thoughEthan
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Passione...
MiscreantI know the mind's true power, and, as I watch it devour, devour the truth, reject lies, I see what is not, by your eyes.Miscreant
I am a warrior, with eyes of grey, and a withered heart that is black, I am forced to live each and every day, despising life, even when it is on track.
When everything feels like a memory, I cannot tell what is past or present, when this all feels like a dream to me, I cannot tell whether life is fact or fiction.
I am a heartless shell, a soul lost in Hell, that which I know is but mine to tell, I stalk the Earth with e
Number the DaysMy life is filled with days that don't matter and months of waiting for my life to start. It's full of hours of staring out windows, minutes of failure, and moments of regret. Each day I laugh and smile, cry and hurt, but none of that matters. I have become numb to my emotions, and this has made me stronger as it has broken me down. I do not feel, therefore I cannot live. Most times I believe that I am not alive, but then I draw sketches of my pain across my skin and I see, and I feel, and I know...Number the Days
le sigh
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"Eh,pá, talvez, vamos lá a ver, a questão não é assim tão simples."
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you've been Jinxed.
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"Eh,pá, talvez, vamos lá a ver, a questão não é assim tão simples."
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I fancy myself to be the David Bowie type of Heathen...
Got a secret?
Cheers,
-Synith
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It's kinda like being shot out of a cannon in slow motion.
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you've been Jinxed.
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