

all is fair in blood and deathas you sit in this cold dirty place you foolishly wonder how you got here why you did what you did... things could have been so differentall is fair in blood and death
no windows to look out of no television to fill your time no people with whom to ponder life you feel the world passing you by
all because of him and his taunting asking you to hit him just begging for some action
you pulled your arm back swung it with all your might feeding your fist into his face like a lion after its prey
his body falls limp... to the ground a terrible thump o


forever stucksometimes i miss him the way he looked the way he smiled the way he loved meforever stuck
then i remember... his cruelty his anger his unloving nature
thoughts of him overcome my mind love and hatred confusion between the two
unable to change him in neither life nor death what he did i cannot forgive
i hate him and myself both are of weak nature both connected by blood both are dead
he physically and me emotionally the past so permanent the future so sketchy
i miss him &nb


my big new worldi journey through the world discovering new things taking in my surroundings exerting all my sensesmy big new world
everyday i wake up not knowing what lies ahead the endless possiilities willing to try
just one more minute, she says i sit and wait at her feet waiting like a good little girl just one more minute
darkness outside quiet house hungry little me all while she sleeps
my tummy rumbles ready to eat kiss her on the cheek and she smiles
i love you, she says as she cooks my breakfast earl
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LOVE!!
thats all...
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"the whole world, myself included, seem to have one thing in common: we're just a crowd of people who don't really fit in anywhere attempting to convince one another that we do."
--andrew mcmahon
My gallery ---> [link]
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LOVE!!
thats all...
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"Everyone has a photographic memory, some just don't have film"
My Website
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LOVE!!
thats all...
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LOVE!!
thats all...
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Wine comes in at the mouth, And love comes in at the eye;
That's all we shall know for truth, Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth, And look at you and sigh. - W.B. Yeats
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