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The word of the Warrior's sacrifice is brought forth...but it is not the truth.
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The Boy sits...a moment of hard earned respite.
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It's happening. Explosion of a past life, explosion of a window. Same difference, really.
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A wind gust. The snow that I've thrown flies up, and into my face. There is nothing greater than that little pleasure.
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Abuse. So rampant. So painful. So worthy of scorn. In light of Valentine's Day, to all those women and men who aren't so lucky and have to suffer insu..
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I can pray all I want. You're not going to answer. At least we know when Mother Earth is angry. You're just there.
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I dream. Yes, we all dream. But when it feels like you look at me, are you really? Or do I just imagine it?
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It snowed for about 12 hours straight, and now there's about three feet of snow on the ground, and it's a state of emergency, but it's a gorgeous stat..
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I'll bet it's cause Mamma Nature just couldn't decide. I know we all have those days, but I'd like to know what you aim for.
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I'm simply me. A dark-brown shell, filled with colors on the inside. And no, you can't break me down. ;]
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