

Second.August Fifth.Second.
Its strange how sometimes you stop amidst your tracks and think, just think, about the life youre living. Whether youre sitting on a bench in your local park, reading a book, or talking to your friend on the phone, theres always a certain instance in which you put down everything and ask yourself simple questions in which you thought you were expert in before. What exactly does it mean, to live? you find yourself asking as you ponder the reason for your being. Its quite complicated, really, this simple concept we call life. So many uncertainties fill the air as p


An attempted beginning.August __?An attempted beginning.
Im starting to lose track of the days that pass; the calendar on the bottom of this damn thing isnt working properly. Im so used to the dimly lit space, the only light coming from my laptop; I cringe whenever I leave to go to the bathroom, and Im only receiving one meal a day, if you can even call it that. Dads excuse states simply that I remind him too much of my mother: hes still hung up over the whole ordeal, apparently. That would make sense, maybe, if he was speaking to a child whose mother just recently left; but its been five or six years, depending on the date. He shoul
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"But we loved with a love that was more than love - I and my Annabell Lee" - Edgar Allen Poe
thanx for the fav!
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*feels special*
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It's not that I follow a style, It's that my style has a name.
*raises eyebrow in a Know-It-All way*
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I'll take a Cafe-Mocha-Vodka-Marijuana-Latte to go please. [[as seen on a shirt in Northern California]] xD
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hello
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