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| 02:30pm 08/02/2007 |
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This journal is just for viewing communities. If you want to find my personal journal just leave a message. |
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| 05:22pm 21/02/2003 |
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In this season...
there is no laughter.
There are only tears.
a vacuum of immortal existence, as fire breaths its fate upon the living. Some will feel the burn. others will merely disappear as they are charred by ashes of a dream forgotten, one that was clutched tightly in youth and flew away as the time progressed. There is no meaning...no proverbial depth, in stillness, if you question.
I can only find a key to a door which was rusted from disuse...I turn it...and of course the lock is jammed. But I am left to wonder, will I ever ever behold what is behind that door? |
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| 03:28pm 19/02/2003 |
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JUST TESTING THIS |
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