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exildrion
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Gender: Female
Interests: Lots of hobbies...
Computer games, the Internet, Reading, Computer, Music, Hmm... What else? Love the Matrix and Lord of the Rings!!! I love you, Aragorn~ Still do~ And I love you~~ All of you who read this... And Vidanric.. he's from a book, and now lives in my closet... And Gerald Tarrant from C.S.Friedman's trilogy~ Even if you're a vampire, I still love you~~ And I love my friends (you know who you are...)... and I love Starcraft!~~~ Just started... SEIGE TANKS! BC's and VALKYRIES ALL THE WAY@!! stupid zerglings...
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Member Since:
10/29/2003
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| You didn't believe me
You didn't heed me
You didn't understand true love
You didn't know what I would do for it
You didn't listen to my heart
You didn't see my eyes
You didn't love me
And so, I must die.
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| I sit in my room, opening up old boxes when I find a little book of photographs. No, don't open it, my mind yells at me but I still open it, unable to control my actions. It is as I feared and inside are the photos that he and I shared so many years ago. We were perfect for each other. He gave me the ground to stand on while I gave him the wings to fly. And when I looked in his eyes, I saw myself and his love for me, and I was sure he saw the same in mine. Four years went by and we were together for every second, always touching as though making sure that we were real. Naive as I was, I thought this paradise would last for ever, but as they say, what goes up must come down and when the down crashed, my life was ruined forever. It was September 13..
*Ding Dong* I awake from my thoughts and quickly run down the stairs, my heart suddenly beating rapidly. I open the door, and I gasp in disbelief as someone picks me up and kisses me on the lips. That kiss... I look up to see him as he says, "I'm back. Sweetheart, I'll never leave you again. I promise..." I lean in for another kiss..
A bright light appears above me. Where am I? Where did he go? All of a sudden I hear the sounds of bustling people around me. "She's awake!" Who? What was going on...? I see the IV in my arm and then I remembered... He was dead. He had died 3 years ago. And once again, I had failed. I was alive.
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| How far is the distance from the eyes to the soul?
-A fortune cookie
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| It was his birthday last tuesday. I wanted to get him flowers so
I went downtown and got a dozen red roses. Their petals were soft
and they were absolutely beautiful. Now they sit in my room,
withering, the edges becoming crinkly and black. How had things
gone so wrong? He and I had known each other since we were in 3rd
grade; I should have been able to know. The last few months, he
had dropped hints about having a girl he loved, someone he had admired
for many years. As the days went by, I began to wonder, was he
talking about me? I had long ignored my attraction towards him
but gradually I began to fall in love with him again. Every
movement of his hands, every drag of those cigarettes I hated became
entrancing, endearing. The day of his birthday, just before his
small party, he ran over to me, his eyes glistening with
excitement. What happened? I asked. She said yes, he
said. Who said what? I asked her to marry me and she said
yes! He smiled and my chest began to throb with a dull pain but
instead I put on a smile and congratulated him and walked away.
Being the good friend I was, I went to his party and I gave him 12
yellow tulips. I watched as he announced his engagement; I
even toasted to the new couple and regarded enviously as he kissed her
gently. Half-feigning headache, I went back home to my 12 red
roses and I could not stop the salty water from leaking onto my
cheeks. Now I am still in bed, watching soap operas, reluctant to
move, remaining as a ghost in a shell.
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| Raindrops dropping on my head.... la la la la la la lal al alal lalalal lal al al head! dal ald al adla!l adladl adl !~ ld aldaldl aldlal la la la lal al...Raindrops dropping on my head~
The sun shines and time passes and wounds heal. Thus is the way of life, everlasting life... Life of so many seconds... minutes... If you treasure each, it becomes forever~ | | |
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