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Two doors stand in front of me. There is one on the left, and one on the right. I didn't want to give up either door. Which to choose? I had no way to..
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I feel like every time I do something new or different, people badger me about it. I refuse to care, because it doesn't matter. whatever I like or get..
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things and stuff and such that I was musing over during the week.
I wanted it to be Friday, but when Friday got there it didn't feel like Friday. but..
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written on 2/10/12 and not easy to get what I'm meaning.
can be completely misconstrued.
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nothing to do with me, but I thought it was an interesting idea.
also an interesting possible fanfiction idea if someone could love a weeping angel. ..
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"I can't see; and behind me all is black...quotes written on boarded up rooms / past and present, presented to me: / act your part well; / dream as if..
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another morbid sort of piece. but whatever, I like it.
idea is sort of interesting. yet confusing but that doesn't matter. it's poetry.
has a music/..
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The thing, whatever it was, was not human. From what I could see. There was something very wrong inside that thin skull. Very sinister. Very sidious. ..
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oh, positivity :)
something different here. yet the same.
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hah, funnily enough my poetry has plus signs on either side...
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