I think I am.
Are you?
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It's all about choices. Really.


Lost To...A shroud - the fire of your devotion falls upon me. Charring outside in, drying inside out, Your lies fool my senses and silently they scream of your presence. I cannot feel you. I cannot see you for the flames Burning into the void that I am, The void that makes me, Eats me, Eats you. I can only run, A ravaging beast consuming the scent of you, The taste of your presence that lingers Just beyond my fingertips. I cannot feel you, I cannot see you for the flames Binding me, blinding my senses, And I am scalded not by touch but by feel. Hot hunLost To...


The Card.The last strains of the vivid refrain faded into silence steeped with a waiting and barely leashed impatience, which was tamped down with a vicious control. She needed her mind to remain clear, she told herself. And, gazing at the open drapes, out of the dark room into the spare moonlight, she knew. It would be tonight. She would pull the card tonight. With as much care as usual she put the violin in its resting place, fingers lingering briefly upon is smooth body before she turned and left the room.The Card.
Light spilled softly from the hallway as she opened the double doors, then was cut off from the music room as she closed it, but fo


Hear Me.Trapped in a thousand years of snow, I hunger for the warmth of your soul. Each day melts and bleeds into the next, Each night crystallizing further this ice.Hear Me.
Will you hear this tiny voice? What are the chances That it will find you? Hear me, hear me, hear me... In this eternal snow...


The Things We Miss...She will shut her ears to my voice and not hear my words, not sense their intent, because she is afraid they will succeed in swaying her from her goal. She will not see me,The Things We Miss...
will not reach out to me,
until after she has achieved it.
She will leave; she will go to him while I watch,
deserted and far away--too far away to make a difference.
My small voice, she will barely hear.
And that is as she wishes.
She will feel my care like a gentle breeze,
because distance will only allow that much.
There is hardly room for angry words
when you speak,
rarely, &
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Sic hoc adfixum, in obice legeres potes et liberatier educatus et nimmis propinquus ades!
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"Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth."-Oscar Wilde
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-- I'm falling and I can't see the ground, but that's okay. The wind excites me. --
"I believe. I believe. I believe..."
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"Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth."-Oscar Wilde
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I'll be someone's inspiration.
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I've prayed for so long to see open skies/With a hope in my heart to finally feel alive~Meiun-Hanashite
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-- I'm falling and I can't see the ground, but that's okay. The wind excites me. --
"I believe. I believe. I believe..."
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Writers Block is my Arch Nemesis. It is Evil, and must be Destroyed.
=RawEm0tion
~Lyrics-Community
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-- I'm falling and I can't see the ground, but that's okay. The wind excites me. --
"I believe. I believe. I believe..."
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