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An Existence.

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A broken soul
A shattered memory
Just...
A fragmented memory that you've left to rot
None would understand...





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Exodus

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12/11/2007 03:01:00 PM

Thank goodness.. I'm still around. i don't wish to say too much.. unlike other days, I've got really nothing to say today.. because i can't feel anything.. life has become so monotonous.. thinking of my tigress would seem to be the only way out for this emptiness.. And I'm pretty much happy about the thinking.. but still, I'm very very very concerned about the truth.

All i want is a reply before i actually leave for my trip to Tokyo.. I just want to know how she actually feels about me (to have a proper closure for what I've started..), because i can like her forever, it's only a matter of whether i can continue living as a human being for that long due to the quintessence of existence. Right now i feel as if I'm fading away, i mean, any human without memories can still live as a living organism, otherwise known to be a living corpse. If that someone you depend on to exist forgets about you, you'll cease to exist as yourself.. and well, you'll become a living corpse if you don't find a proper way out asap..

Never mind that, it's all based on my groundless theories and philosophies, they would definitely seem fictional to most readers, and sadly, yes..

I need to clarify things. Because i think.. i no longer hold much importance.. hence the diminished existence.

Silent Noise of Predilection
Reap my soul;
That of torment;
That of defacement,
Existence would've foretold.
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Pacing my steps;
That of despair;
That of fanfare?
Drowned by a shot of Schnapps.
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Remember my heart;
That of fervor;
That of bete noire,
Evanescent philanthropic carts.
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Partaking my vows;
That of content;
That of lament,
Deafened by silence, by viles...
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-- The Djinni --
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I hope you'd understand my poem.. It's got its depth, and you must have that depth to understand the words of recitation.