Secondly, I am still around here sometimes. . .
Thridly, that should be all


The StormI am afraid. This hour, it is only the fear and chaos that consume me.The Storm
but what of the others? The pain. The anger. The hate. The sorrow. They each wash over me, wrenching me violently, flinging me through this storm. And somewhere among the confusion, I have lost sight of myself.
Now I am the storm, and I am consumed by it. I have no power over it any longer, it seems. I am beyond my barriers, my strictness and discipline which I was once so proud of. They are like walls of sand before the tide of my madness. And as the storm pummels me into desperation, as I destroy myself, I wea


This is notThis thing you see It is not me. We built this wall And it is strong only a pinhole betraying to a few the chaos within We may falter but the facade will return, will stand strong. Beneath this hide, this armor, there lie us, for none would stand by if they saw this face, this monster! No one see this evil within, hidden, locked away, warded and banished by good act, useless penitence of the forever damned.This is not
Empty. Cold. Carnal. Rage. The doors of hell gape wide before us, and we cling desperately the the wings of an angel, groping blindly at bright feathers, and tarnishing them, breaking them.


Shut upThey scream at each other, voices rising to a deafening level, echoes of pain and sound reverberating in my skull. Shut up SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP The arguments last hours, seconds, minutes, ending in pain, or longing, or sometimes not ending at all, a fading of voices into the distance. They sound like people I know, but they arent. Its only me. The echoes of their yelling reverberate into thrumming headaches, which often bring respite, however long it may last. The pain is bittersweet, its reward a rough solitude, a sense of reality, time bought to convince myself that this isnt real. For that knowlShut up
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Mesa shall see thee laters
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"Who do you think it was that decided that birds are actually free?If they find there is no place to rest their weary wings they may regret having those wings at all.Perhaps true freedom is having a home to return to" [link]
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Mesa shall see thee laters
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The Queen of Obliviousness.
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Mesa shall see thee laters
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The Queen of Obliviousness.
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The Queen of Obliviousness.
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Mesa shall see thee laters
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Mesa shall see thee laters
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Mesa shall see thee laters
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Wheeljack, why the FUCK did you build the Dinobots with small brains?
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Mesa shall see thee laters
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Wheeljack, why the FUCK did you build the Dinobots with small brains?
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"If you see a turtle sitting on a fence post, you can be sure he had some help."
"swans may look like they are gliding effortlessly but are actually kicking their legs hard out of sight."
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Mesa shall see thee laters
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My reality of what couldn't be
But I still keep your memory
Burned into me.
~ "Into a Dream" by Tragedy Machine
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Mesa shall see thee laters
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My reality of what couldn't be
But I still keep your memory
Burned into me.
~ "Into a Dream" by Tragedy Machine
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hey
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Mesa shall see thee laters
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\\\"Fate rarely calls upon us at a time of our choosing,\\\" OP
\\\"When dealing with aliens, try to be polite, but firm. And always remember that a smile is cheaper than a bullet. \\\" MNU announcer.
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