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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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9/30/2008 09:51:00 PM

I really wish to see.. the world that's repristinated.. So that i can live a life that's.. alive.. instead of WHAT I AM NOW!! I see the sins that humans have created once again.. and i've ignored many times over. Why must life be thus sour for someone who wishes for perfection? I've been striving to be the best that i can be... so as to not sin like the rest of them.. and yet.. today, another glass had shattered from within.

The world is just too full of themselves.. They can no longer hear me, no longer hear one another. All they care is what they do and what they want to do. If they don't get what they want, or rather, if they feel inferior in any extent, they blame it on others for not attaining their dreams. Why.. why must thou suffer thee fate of having to face these uncooperative homos?

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A child that's been stuck in a snowstorm out in the field.. Shivering and starving.. He's all alone.. But he knows very well that he's got to carry on with that life.. He's determined to survive the storm.. yet.. He's exhausted..
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I shan't say that's me.. but.. that was crafted out of my imagination of a lonesome child who's in such a predicament..