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Like a gaged animal...Like a gaged animal is the look in your eyes. You ain't a criminal, we help you in our prays.Like a gaged animal...
You doubt you're worthy, so do we. Can't be too flirty with the opportunities you see.
3 is the word of law, 5 for kings in rule. There are things you saw, never for doers too cruel.
So chin up and forget the darkness, there are better things to do. None of us is flawless, never be scared of "boo".
by ~sssiiillleee
Always there...To be dead... it's a weird sensation.Always there...
You can see everyone, touch them, hear them, talk to them... and the best they get from you are chills down the spine.
I've lost everything.
Almost.
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I watch her standing there, with three dead red roses in her tiny hands. Her head is bowed, eyes wet. She just stands there. She stands there when everyone else is long gone.
I wonder, what keeps her there. I can't see into her head, not even now.
So I keep thinking...
When I died, I raced to her right away. I saw her crouched over the table,
by ~sssiiillleee
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What's Become of UsHello, my Darling:What's Become of Us
Two years ago, it would never have occurred to me that we could be in a situation where I would not purposefully cross the street just to say, "Hello." There are some people, you see, whose presence you take for granted--whose friendship and love you assume, always assume, will be available and of interest. But today, while I was busy juggling the mail and looking for my keys, I watched you come out of the coffee shop and walk right past me--and I let you go. It wasn't conscious, it was simply that I had other things on my mind. For the first time in forever--in our f
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telling a sad story backwards-17.telling a sad story backwards-
it smells like grief and sterilized metal.
i climb into andrew’s bed, though the nurses have strictly forbidden it. he closes his eyes and holds me tightly, because he says when he can’t see me, it is easier to pretend i never happened to him.
15.
he pushes the cart aggressively down the aisle, pretending to mow over old ladies doing their sunday shopping.
"stop," i say giggling, lobbing a can of ravioli at him.
for a moment i think he simply didn't see me throw the can; it glances off his chest and falls to the floor, exploding in a pattern of
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- Favourite movie: 7 years in Tibet; Bridge to Terabithia; Death Race 3000 and so on. :D
- Favourite band or musician: Within Temptation. And although I have almost every day something totally new, WT stays. ;)
- Favourite genre of music: Everything (except trance and things like this)
- Favourite poet or writer: Erich Maria Remarque; Oskar Luts; Kelley Armstrong
- Personal Quote: Naerata! (Smile!)
- Email: nasicc@hot.ee
- MSN: just ask :)
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Tere tulemast dA-sse, my friend!
--
Memories, that fade away,
have not left their mark.
But you live on, every single day,
in many different ways.
Tänan kena vastuvõtu eest, my friend.
URR, YARR, MOAAAAR!
--
Memories, that fade away,
have not left their mark.
But you live on, every single day,
in many different ways.
Muide, jäta tänane kuupäev meelde, sest sa hakkad igal aastal oma dA-sünnipäeva pidama!
--
Memories, that fade away,
have not left their mark.
But you live on, every single day,
in many different ways.
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