davidher0

... David reflects on her... -Nov 19, 2008-


Why do we poison that which is so great to us... alone I sit, as i have week in week out.. Someone once said to me, "what would you do if you wheren't scared?". I wish for once I could answer that...

What is right? that which you've bled for. WIM speaks... -May 21, 2006-


Sacrifice. Few truly under stand this notion. As it is not in our nature to freely sacrifce. We struggle to hold what we veiw as dear. But this is not what is for the best. We must sometimes make a sacrifice of that which we want for the good of man. For...
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Atop the world, WIM hears truth -May 21, 2006-


I opened my eyes and I saw a hill. something told me to go up. I got to the top and only then could I see. I saw a mountain, and something told me to go up. I climbed tothe top and I could finnally see. I saw a tall tree before me, and something told...
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"Am I that douchbag guy?" david realizes -Apr 30, 2006-


So you know that friend you have who torchers his ex? The one who never lets go but refuses to be with them, and for some reason you just see it happen and do nothing. We all have one.

Then when the ex moves on your friend gets pissed at the person they move to....
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Weather th Storm. WIM tries to find a meaning. -Apr 18, 2006-

I look out across a room of faces, stoping briefly on a few select faces. justin stands tall above most with his girl in his arms, finger strategically placed to insight my energy. Tim looks at me with a strage face. Familiar but stargne. Does he not except what I have done? Did...
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Where are you? david looks for a friend -Apr 18, 2006-

I don't know where he has gone. I see him, I know he is but a phone call away, but will he even answer? It seems doubtful. What happened to him? This once "mellow fellow" than now does nothing but worry. He only seems to be there in passing moments, but never really there,...
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REGRET ME. WIM watches david. -April 18th, 2006-

He looks down across the bed. Her smile now trying to hide the uncomfortable feel in the air where passion just was. His eyes lower, not in shame but more so disapointment, would one minute more in that bed have changed anything, he'll never know. He now focuses on his shirt. Something told him to make it...
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