Sta.sh
My first journal entry...and this is what I have to say:
I currrently feel like the air around me has stopped.
The sky is falling,
The ground is collapsing,
And I?
Well I'm stuck here,
watching....
laughing....
crying.....
screaming.....
But, she doesn't hear me...
Hell, she doesn't even care!
Yet...if this were her current state of mind,
I would:
Stop......
And become her puppet...like always, but you wouldn't hear an utter of complaint escape my staind lips..
well...I'm still stuck...unable to move, unable to think........
In all truth..
Im afraid
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Im moving to a new a account ~SapphireIceAngel
Things tend to happen. Pages are to be viewed. Fun not to be had.
It must be done. You must want to done it. Done it. Done it now damned it! Or never.
Past tense sucks, and is difficult to use creatively, therefore, do not provide me a reason to use it. Even though I'm not saying not being online is. In truth, I'm just bored, and wishing to talk. But I know the situation, therefore... I came. I saw. I conked out.
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My understanding of people isn't dead. It just smells kinda funny.
i so wanna poke you
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My child,you may kiss her.Kiss her dead lips if you will,as she would have you to,if for her to choose.She's not a grinning devil now-not any more a foul Thing for all eternity.No longer the devil's UnDead.She's God's true dead,whose soul is with Him!
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Im moving to a new a account ~SapphireIceAngel
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My child,you may kiss her.Kiss her dead lips if you will,as she would have you to,if for her to choose.She's not a grinning devil now-not any more a foul Thing for all eternity.No longer the devil's UnDead.She's God's true dead,whose soul is with Him!