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Tired
Sept 26, 2005 7:59:49 GMT -5
Post by Master of the Shadows Reborn on Sept 26, 2005 7:59:49 GMT -5
Shadows creep, light sleeps. depressive moods, happiness eludes. Tired of the pain, I know not why it comes. Tired of the hate, I know not where it hithers. Tired of the anger, I know not whom it distastes. Yet as my life fades into dust, I feel as if there is nothing, not love, not life, not even lust... All things good have left, and naught is seen of my deft...life races thru my fingers like trying to catch water from a tap. Yet on the morrow feel it I will not. For by the morn my sadness will fade, and once again everyone will wear the color jade.
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Tired
Sept 26, 2005 8:30:43 GMT -5
Post by Cassandra on Sept 26, 2005 8:30:43 GMT -5
Interesting way of putting things. I do know those feelings, all to well. Especially the depressive moods, the pain, and the anger. I know exactly who is at fault, for mine. Do you?
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Tired
Sept 26, 2005 13:49:31 GMT -5
Post by Ashra on Sept 26, 2005 13:49:31 GMT -5
Very nice.... Well done....
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