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False PretensesGod, I hadn't seen you in so long. I could hardly remember your face, the way you talked, the way you walked, your smell, your hair.False Pretenses
And suddenly, you were back, but not like before. Now it was different.
More and yet less time to spend with me.
At first, I was warned. "Don't fall for his tricks and traps, girl. You'll regret it, and end up heartbroken."
But I didn't listen, couldn't bring myself to hear their brutal words. You were here, with me, and that was all that mattered.
Until what they said came true.
First, it was simply the lying. I could deal with that.
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She Was a RoseIn the skies; day and night, As the Sun goes down- they unite.She Was a Rose
She rose up from her bed and approached the window: slow and pensive. Pulling the curtains apart she gazed at the setting sun as the sky started to fade from glorious orange to inky black. She looked down at the buzzing traffic down below- vibrant blurs on a granite canvas. She stepped back and ran her hand through her graying hair and then, closing her eyes, felt her way down to the creases on her brow. Making her way to the dining room she set herself to work.
For hours she slaved, sneaking occasional peeks at the clock perched on the wall. She la
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Dreams Swim in the DarkDreams Swim in the Dark
To her, it's smoldering hot, yet blistering cold. Waves of unfathomable heat and unmeasurable chills sweep through her. She is wracked by pain and drenched in an icy sweat. She is convulsing, sick, confused.
Her battered mind can't function well enough to clearly hear the voices that surround her. She is only faintly aware of the people at her bedside. She can only hear low murmurs of voices; she can't make out words. She can't feel the wet rags that are placed on her forehead in a vain attempt to keep her temperature down. She can just feel slight sensations, pressure.
She moans loudly, but can't
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The Decay of KnowingI read every word you've written on my walls, I thought Shakespeare could have been more clever than that. Simple series of characters define different curves in a person's being. Some curves are edgy, while others are just too slow.The Decay of Knowing
Golden words on gray backgrounds... Splatter of tears on pink satin dresses... Musical instruments with notes still unmade sit on piles of dust... Hands are too weary to clean anything up...
Hands are stained with colourful paints. Elegant books are unread, ignored. Canvases moist with paints dry out during a cloudy day. Rocking chair
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Also a drawing completed for that chapter^^
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Even with a match is a usefull moment of silentce
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I do free requests! Note m. Icons and Literatur tags and drawing. I do animations to.
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So why care for these petty obsessions?
Your designer heart still beats with common blood!
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No one remembers the singer. The song remains.
-The Last Hero
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