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mistby ~worldsapart
IvanThere I was Alone, hungry, unable to move Scroungong for the source of my daily food You sit in your homes talking of us "Send a dollar a day"..... You think your sin is erased We so called criminals steal our food And We are considered off base My sister is dead, There she is on the floor she lived passed her years And she was only four But to you its just a number, 10 000 dead a day But to us they have names and faces And believe it or not yearly birthdaysIvan
You hear those sounds that scream from me A dying note in the daily symph
by ~worldsapart
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DestinyDestiny is a game played in hypotheticals. It is casually dressed in disregard and fancied by neophytes as a path to enlightenment. There are those who are caught and dance around its ribbon who would scoff at such idiocy and say, simply, that Destiny is a bitch—to whom each man/woman/child is indebted—and she will wait to call her favors.Destiny
For a novice, destiny is a hand of lucky cards or the grin of a winsome male. The novice will carry on with the packaging of false glamors and joys believing THIS to be the glory of life. The wise player, who has met with destiny
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:enter title here:All I feel for you is wasting away:enter title here:
as the seconds count down, and the days grow longer Time is never ending, it feels like years since we last spoke.
My imagination was always creeping ahead of me, they say it's not even a week. What do they know? Nothing of my pain, and my torment,
and that never ending need for, what's that word,
Love?
I've burnt them all at the stake, mentally if you will, Ashes to ashes, and dust to dust.
Gone in the blink of an eye, as quick as the tears I shed for you.
For me, for us.
Life has a meaning, I know it does. Te
by ~rubber-ducky-of-doom
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- Current Residence: my home
- Interests: writting, music, movies, chess, SNOWBOARDING, photography, drawing
- Favourite movie: empire records, dead poets society
- Favourite band or musician: jars of clay
- Favourite genre of music: punk.rock
- Favourite photographer: some guy i know named mike
- Favourite style of art: black and white, emotional, using shadows
- MP3 player of choice: iPOD
- Shell of choice: crab? no no wait snail!
- Favourite game: chess
- Favourite gaming platform: playstation 2
- Favourite cartoon character: bettyboop
- Personal Quote: "and if we happen to have sex, i guess life must go on"
- MSN: slowdown9@hotmail.com
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