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28th-Jan-2007 01:44 am - She Cries
She cries, but I do not know how to act or what to do. I feel useless and hopeless as I sit in the background, being ignorant towards her tears. It’s a family trait, I suppose – ignorance, after all, is blissful

She’s lost everything she’s ever known but she forgets about us; the people who are still here, still breathing and alive trying to help her through her pain despite our own  The feeling of loss and defeat surrounds us all, yet we’re still here. What do we do now? Where do we go from here?
12th-Jan-2007 02:27 pm - Fragments of Self

This is life
This is war
This is what we do for fun.

We breathe.
We fail.
We start again.

`07
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I write nonsensical gibberish from time to time. Sometimes I do it for fun, other times - most of the time - I do it to feel something. My words aren't forced. If they were forced, they would probably make sense. Fortunately, I'm not here to make sense.

I'm not a published author, I'm not a successful writer and I have no plans in dictating what should and shouldn't be displayed. Criticize my art, trash my words - do what you feel is necessary, but maintain a respectful attitude while you're at it.

Thank you and good day.

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