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Woooooahhhh....Since Feb of 2008 eh....well lets see that means its been 7 months. Not bad not bad....So I broke the SG addiction for 7 months. Ah but hell...im back again. I missed you all.



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-A pain filled leap into the new year-

I could have told you it would end up this way. Alone again, back to where it all began. When i was left cold and aching for love...

January leaves me freezing and empty. If things would have gone as perfect as a sunset over the ocean on a starfilled night, i would have her in my...
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ataxia:
so we dream on, inventing our lives
a little lost sister, a saintly mother, a hero father
but our dreams escape us, no matter how vividly we imagine them
and there's only one thing you can do
keep passing the open windows
"what does 'keep passing the open windows' mean?" egg asked
"well," i said "i guess it means when you see an open window....don't jump out"

keep passing the open windows
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-Never Ending Conflicts-

There is a hatred that burns within me
Stripping away my humanity
as my rage grows ever deeper
as i spiral into the red hot depths of despair

With each passing day my mask becomes harder to wear
The contempt i hold becomes more unwieldy
I yearn to destroy...to unleash this inner strength
fueled by all the hate that has built up...
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rys:
That was so hard to read with the theme to never ending story in my head. Sorry. It made a mockery of it. Damn musical brain!
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An Ode to love...

These words...I can sit here and write about everything you are to me, all the things you have inspired within me. I am the master of emotion you see. I turn anger into love with a wave of my hand. Justify alll that just cannot possibly be justified. Like how you can just ignore what we had become. 33 years of...
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I am darkness, for I dwell within the depths of my black heart, each beat bringing me closer to the day when the pain and despair will end. I am Chaos, my head filled with a vast whirlwind of consciousness that has no real meaning...but speaks to me in riddles too complex for any normal person to understand. I am Ruin, a nuclear wasteland resulting...
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ataxia:
blackeyed
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Restart....

Think its time to move on, so lets get away from these crappy annoying "feel sorry for myself" songs of depression and on to something different. Hope everyone had a good thanksgiving for all you that celebrate it.

Thought of the week : There is no "one true love"....you can find love in many forms and the strength of that love varies . There...
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Mood : Lost...
Listening to : Nails (NIN)


Breeze still carries the sound
Maybe I'll disappear
Tracks will fade in the snow
You won't find me here

Ice is starting to form
Ending what had begun
I am locked in my head
With what I've done
I know you tried to rescue me (as I tried to rescue you)
Didn't let anyone get in
Left...
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ataxia:
thank you for your words and your understanding.
i hope you are well.
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Mood : Resigned
Listening to : The sweet sound of industrial

The following is a lyrical melding of all im feeling...

So much i'll never know, so much i can never feel, so many promises betrayed when you walked away.
Im holding on letting the past slip through my fingers, but the scars that burn my soul won't let it go...i can never leave. there's...
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beckyjane:
*hugs*
julliette:
oink oink cheer up!
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Mood : What do you feel when you miss someone so bad...
Listening to : Saliva


"I just wanna say to you...
Maybe I won't feel the pain
when you leave me one day
Maybe it won't be too late
when you need me some day"

I miss you my angel...




Someone take me away from the one who betrays
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Mood : ...
Listening to : PTI

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Choose her angled eyes
A pretty blur behind a strong outline
Looking into you
I feel what's there behind your stare
There's nothing I can do

Before we say our last goodbyes
I feel the emptiness inside
Like I left a part of me with you to die

Remembering your glow
Soft blue lights that once seemed...
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ataxia:
where there is life, there is hope