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A song for the neutralA song for the neutralA song for the neutral
The crickets are no more, the light, undressing the blue moon, all but the simple stare is gone, the gaze to what is beautiful.
The windows are no more, the light, just passing through my house, all hiding my sick mind from me, from the great man I used to be.
It's been so long since we last played where trains don't move, but sleep on beds, so please check out my newest song, be sure to sing it when I'm dead.
But I do warn you that it may just change on every note you play, it might just take you


BreatheBreatheBreathe
I'd like to bathe in life, and thus, to search the way to death.
Because the dare is on, and simple words are not enough for accurate descriptions.
I'd like to bathe in warmth, like infants do, before they're even born.
To feel the force creating me, where single breaths come only shy of steps, the steps taken by God.
I'd like that to be real,
and wish it could be true, for all of us alive.
For I would pay the millions, to witness life's new miracles, ones that should end at dawn.
I'd like that to be t


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Ai observat vreodata ca cele mai bune vise apar atunci cand ai la dispozitie doar cateva minute de somn? (citat propriu)
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Baiatul tremura din toate incheieturile. Calmantele administrate nu aveau efect imediat, asa ca tot ce puteau sa faca era sa-l urmareasca zbatandu-se, cu mainile si picioarele legate de masa pe care era asezat.
In fond, nu era o priveliste prea placuta. Sa urmaresti o fiinta umana perfect sanatoasa, tinuta in frau ca un animal salbatic, stiind ca asta era singurul ajutor pe care il putea primi Intr-adevar, nu era o imagine pentru cei slabi de inima.


Prayers on icePrayers on icePrayers on ice
It is accustomed that we dream of lives that are not ours, of stars that shine without a light and treasures locked in drawers.
It is well known we do not like to suffer or to grief, yet all we do is praise god's words, not one being relief.
It is the lies that bury us knee-deep beneath the truth, where wishes succumb well before they reach desired youth.
It is debated that we die
in order known by fate, and then a soul should search its way until expiring date.
Amidst all this I live
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. E prea relativ şi prea intim ca să mai vorbeşti despre frumos. În schimb, toată lumea vorbeşte despre urât, care a devenit o părere universală.
Membră a *AngstyWriters şi =UnderRatedWatch
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Times come and go...ages flash by and melt into the abyss...life dies...beauty fades...suns extinguish...Nothing is forever. Gods and mortals alike twist and turn in a futile attempt to escape their own extinction... [link]
sotiei mele ii plac formatiile recenzionate de tine si a spus ca ai drept si mai ai si gusturi.
acuma, sa mai primesc ceva material ca iar in afara de tine nu a trimis nimeni nimic,dar imi fac timp si ma duc pe la fiecare cu "hai,bah,fa-ti juma de ora timp si scrie ceva!"
merci si sa ne auzim cu bine!
salutari cordiale!
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Times come and go...ages flash by and melt into the abyss...life dies...beauty fades...suns extinguish...Nothing is forever. Gods and mortals alike twist and turn in a futile attempt to escape their own extinction... [link]
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"lift up the receiver, i'll make you a believer."
- "personal jesus" by depeche mode
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Times come and go...ages flash by and melt into the abyss...life dies...beauty fades...suns extinguish...Nothing is forever. Gods and mortals alike twist and turn in a futile attempt to escape their own extinction... [link]
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Be inspired: *simplypoetry and *simplyprose.
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Times come and go...ages flash by and melt into the abyss...life dies...beauty fades...suns extinguish...Nothing is forever. Gods and mortals alike twist and turn in a futile attempt to escape their own extinction... [link]
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