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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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6/29/2008 01:12:00 PM

No inspiration.. Where's my inspiration?? I need to find it.. There are so many things to write about.. and yet i just can't seem to phrase them as of yet. I can't find my inspiration..

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She called, I answered.. the same way as i would answer a call from anyone else.. There was no longer that.. warmth that i would give (even i felt cold as i heard my voice). I sounded.. dead.. Or was i? Back then.. when i had nothing.. was i dead?

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I need my inspiration to carry on.. It's time to seek it once again.