fill the empty with some unknown
be it God or the love of a man
hope for something more than this
this emptiness
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This is my life, do with it what you may.
A Different Kind of Fairy Tale
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- secretskilling mepulling meinto this abysssecretsb...
- you always come aroundwith some crazy thingyou did...
- Surviving: Part 2
- Surviving: Part 1
- Number Line
- Sympathy - 3/26/08
- touch
- Noose - 3/26/08
- Wendi Jo - 3/26/08
- Penguin - 3/24/08
- Jealousy - 3/24/08
- To D. - 3/24/08
- A Professor's Sympathy - 3/24/08
- This Emptiness - 3/24/08
- The Scent of Autumn - 3/24/08
- Anxiety - 3/24/08
- The Anthill - 3/24/08
- don't look at me - 3/21/08
- Is it OK? - 3/21/08
- the letter I never sent - 3/21/08 (unfinished?)
- First Cigarette - 3/20/08
- In the letter you never wrote me - (I don't know...
- wisps of smoke - 3/19/08
- girl (second draft) - 3/18/08
- girl (first draft) - 3/17/08
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disclaimer
The line between inspiration and reality is a fine one that I often cross unwillingly. I take my personal experiences and exaggerate them to all extremes.
So, don't take anything too personally.
And please, don't worry about me because of something I write. The emotions are hardly ever true.
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