

The Gentle Oakoh mighty oak goddess and life giver to all! your strong branches reach out to touch the heavans, as tears slap your hard face and your eyes open to the golden view of the sun there is at least peace among your soul. the hope that surges your body among your fellow soldiers of the world. you are one with yourself and part of what is around you. planted firmly in the soil of life you are the ruler of the domain you wish to remain. there is so much to be done, yet so much more has been completed. with your time you must use it for thought. so cast a gentleThe Gentle Oak
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Fallen Choiceshe stares, unknowing and afraid a child in the eyes of fate.Fallen Choices
she speaks so softly, like a canary, as spectral death grips the cage.
it\'s ironic when you wish for death, but instead it haunts those around you.
the doors to pain open when blood slips through the cracks.
\"And with each fallen memory....\" \"A piece of you falls...\" \"Farther and farther from the soul..\" \"Until there is nothing left..\" \"Except the thoughts you cling to...\"
as the razor falls to the floor you think calmly... \"they\'ll miss me.. I know it.


The Minds Gallerydark hallways lit by gas light cast shadowy figures on the walls. dancing before the portraits of the weak weary, and devine. each image holds a purpose, the brushtrokes performed with care. the eyes of the dead, stare at the floor with sadness. for their infamy lives with imperfections, remembered through value and purchase. as each painting, stroked for bread, holds no story to be told or heard. as the viewers of the minds palace, see or hear no words for they are blind. so turn the lock and drop the key, the palace opens its doors for all to see.The Minds Gallery
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::CRUEL INNOCENCE::
...You're...my friend and all...
I MISSSS YOUUUUUUUU
*hug*
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The few remaining truths are graffiti, suicide notes,and shopping lists." -Francesca da Rimini
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DYING YOUNG IS FAR TOO BORING THESE DAYS ANYWAY.
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Anthony: Just give me back my
hopes.Every thought throught every second is rushing
into voices of obsession.
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