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unbreakable?shaking on the inside why is i so hard to speak my mind? to make my wants and desires known? has it always been this hard? i don't recall it being that way but i don't recall much these days too preoccupied with my own chaos too intent on refereeing this battle within i know what i want, but scare myself out of asking for it i try to comprimise, by asking for a little
i shake the whole time still unsure of what to make of the answer i try to reason within "says what he means, means what he says" but this has not always been the case not in my life anywa unbreakable?
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my corneremptiness being filled inside filled with tears and sorrow i hate feeling like this tears threatening to leave refusing to wait till approprioate times i try my best, yet feel as tho i'm crawling when i want to walk so beaten down from within couldn't stand if i wanted to so i sit in this corner of my mind whos use is too oft as of late i try to make sense of it all but all i see are pieces scatterd about i long to gather them all and piece everything back together yet i am not allowed to touch the hardest part is the pieces arent mine i am n my corner
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chapter one'All is dark and the walls are closing in. Try breathing, can't. Scream. Can't' 'Wake up lil kitty cat," a high voice taunts.      Slowly she opens her eyes and breathes deeply. "That damn dream again." As she sits up, she looks to the young dragon beside her bed. " Good morning Jest."
    "Morning Jaded, what damn dream again?" Jest replied.      Her eyes clouded over, "the one where i can't do a damned thing." She gets up and crosses the room. "What's for
breakfast today?"      Jest looks at her mischeviously, "mice chapter one
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love?at first i just thought you were pretty cool,
you'd pop into my head once in a while,
but lately,
no matter what i do,
you're always in my head.
i just can't get you out,
is this love? its been so long,
i'm not sure what it feels like i know i care a lot about you and my feelings run pretty deep but love? part of me wants to call it that but another part is still scarred it seems you are unlike any of the others times before, within months, i could read my other like a book but you it seems, keep your covers closed ocassionally allowin love?
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A Meaningful StorySitting up slowly, I rub my eyes, trying to make sure this isn't a dream. I am in a forest, somewhere, but I don't recognize it. It's dark, but not because of night. The sun is shining, I can tell by the patches of golden light around me. But the thick cover of leaves above me is blocking most of it and preventing me from seeing the sun itself. The trees themselves are thick and dark, maybe cedar. Beneath me is a bed of fallen leaves that cover the mossy ground. It's a beautiful place really, but why am I here?
I am supposed to be doing something, I remember that much. But what I don't know. I must have gotten here somehow, come A Meaningful Story
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Christoffer Nolastname.Once Upon A Time... there was a gnome, named Christoffer Nolastname. He wore a grungy pair of loafers, a ripped pair of khaki pants, and a squalid plain black shirt. But upon his head was a brilliant red cone of a hat, the usual head wear for a man of his variety. He also sported a long white beard that fell to the ground and dragged a few inches behind him. His thoughtful, understanding eyes were dull as they gazed upon his foul surroundings and letting out a sigh he took a few apathetic steps forward. He found himself stepping out from under an old, damaged oak tree in central park, new york city. Such an odd an foreign place for a br Christoffer Nolastname.
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Sad Little GirlA sad little girl, Huddled within the cold walls, Tears turning to ice before they hit the ground, "Suck it up" "Let it go" "You're a big kid." "You can handle it" Bouncing off the walls, Echoing words,
Keeping silent, Listening to all the things they say, Holding onto the last shred of humanity, Freedom flashes a light, Here and there, It never stays. She is caught within a box of ice, Beneath the layers of disaster, With the world dictating to her What she should be. Yet, hidden away, Huddled within the cold walls, Sad Little Girl
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Your AbsenceYour Absence

My time is ending I'm stand in the middle of nowhere in the valley of the shadows listening to the whispers of ghosts inviting me to abandon all hope and my courage begins to broken I scream your name, over and over again, tearing the walls, trying to touch you but you don't listen, you're gone.
the sky begins to color in dark and covers me so tight the darkness call me, holding my will and I don't have strenght to live but the memorie of your voice shinning like a sun giving warmth to my soul I don't want to Your Absence
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Tue Apr 14, 2009, 6:37 AM

After all these years i'm still in love with you
I've been living in denial
Thinking i was in love with him or him
But there was only you
Untill recently i thought us was gone forever
Now i see there may be a chance
And i wanna take it
It doesn't matter to me how many miles are between us
Just seeing your picture makes me smile
I've been spending time
Going through our memories in my mind
How we met, our first kiss
That time in the rain you gave me your jacket
The only one that doesn't make me smile
Is the one where you told me good bye
Now, over ten years later, I think you might regret it
You tell me you love me
And it makes me smile everytime
But i have to wonder are the fates being kind
Or just toying with me again
Cause to loose you twice in one life
Is more than my heart could stand

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