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anger. such a cliche it makes me sick to even think i would like to write about it. such a vague emotion, why does it need to be so.. used. yeah... used. so many take on the mask of anger to hide the truth of their emotions, sorrow, self pity, loathing, spoiled(ness? idk, i don't even want to know the word described for it)
milloux:
Happy birthday!
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There once was a man that walked on the horizon looking for night. every time he took a step, night got farther away. when he would step away, night would approach. so the man would chase the darkness across the sky only to find that night would match his every step and keep his pace. but even tho some would be disheartened, the man only...
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she gave n gave n gave
and didn't understand why people hurt her
till she found out
that humans are desperate and destructive creatures that prey on love and honor
so she decided that she will no longer give
and she did
and she was not happy
and then she found someone that gave n gave n gave
and she took
and he had nothing
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today. sigh... today was good. pouring rain, freezing wind, maintaining discipline and not shivering for 8 hrs. it sucks but for some reason it wasn't at all that bad. only downside was getting a migraine at the end from the cold then getting in a fight, with some Fuck Face who merged into my line. people just cannot drive in the rain, or during the...
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Stardate 11.21.10

ever wake up with that feeling that your worst fears are gonna come to pass in the next few days and you have no choice but to accept them and blame yourself? ya. that happened. kinda made me start thinking about what id do tho. i realize that i have many backup plans for if the worst should happen and i know how...
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So this is a story i did awhile back that i love deeply but its slowly become more and more crappy as time goes on. i know its a cliche but thats why i love the story line lol

Viking Penguin Inc. Short Stories. Enjoy! Lilacs and Gunpowder She smells of lilacs, bringing forth a torrent of unwanted memories. My hands fall to the sandalwood...
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