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 Posted: Mon May 01, 2006 4:48 pm
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Macabre_Cogitation IY_and_MCR Macabre_Cogitation IY_and_MCR Rayna-chan. You dont count. I knew you were here. Do I count? She's staning on an overpass
Lost in darkness, he wanders alone
Burnt hands with features so clear
Sadness is lost in the darkness of this all.
I ment happyness steaming from the first statement, but I do enjoy wandering in the dark sometimes.
Lost in the perscription she's got something else in mind |
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Posted: Mon May 01, 2006 5:04 pm
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IY_and_MCR Macabre_Cogitation IY_and_MCR Macabre_Cogitation IY_and_MCR Rayna-chan. You dont count. I knew you were here. Do I count? She's staning on an overpass
Lost in darkness, he wanders alone
Burnt hands with features so clear
Sadness is lost in the darkness of this all.
Lost in the perscription she's got something else in mind
Oh, okay. I didn't know....
Alone in his own demise, he screams to the end, only to find, he was always loved. |
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Posted: Mon May 01, 2006 5:10 pm
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Macabre_Cogitation IY_and_MCR Macabre_Cogitation IY_and_MCR Macabre_Cogitation In my eyes you do.
Lost in darkness, he wanders alone
Burnt hands with features so clear
Sadness is lost in the darkness of this all.
Lost in the perscription she's got something else in mind
Alone in his own demise, he screams to the end, only to find, he was always loved.
Yeah. I sometimes don't type my meaning as clearly as I'd like to. Meh, something else to work on.
There's not much left to love, too tired today to hate |
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Posted: Mon May 01, 2006 5:13 pm
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IY_and_MCR Macabre_Cogitation IY_and_MCR Macabre_Cogitation IY_and_MCR Macabre_Cogitation In my eyes you do.
Lost in darkness, he wanders alone
Burnt hands with features so clear
Sadness is lost in the darkness of this all.
Lost in the perscription she's got something else in mind
Alone in his own demise, he screams to the end, only to find, he was always loved.
There's not much left to love, too tired today to hate
Same here..sometimes, it just comes out all wrong. Yep.
Confusion is a state in which the world resides. |
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Posted: Mon May 01, 2006 5:16 pm
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Macabre_Cogitation IY_and_MCR Macabre_Cogitation IY_and_MCR Macabre_Cogitation Yeah, the dark is fun to wander in.
Sadness is lost in the darkness of this all.
Lost in the perscription she's got something else in mind
Alone in his own demise, he screams to the end, only to find, he was always loved.
There's not much left to love, too tired today to hate
Confusion is a state in which the world resides.
At least misunderstandings are usualy easir to fix on the internet than in real life.
I won't ask forgiveness my faith has gone dry |
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Posted: Mon May 01, 2006 5:50 pm
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IY_and_MCR Macabre_Cogitation IY_and_MCR Macabre_Cogitation IY_and_MCR Macabre_Cogitation Yeah, the dark is fun to wander in.
Sadness is lost in the darkness of this all.
Lost in the perscription she's got something else in mind
Alone in his own demise, he screams to the end, only to find, he was always loved.
There's not much left to love, too tired today to hate
Confusion is a state in which the world resides.
I won't ask forgiveness my faith has gone dry
That is generally true indeed. Sometimes tough, it can turn very very bad in a matter of seconds. Just like in real life.
I don't seek love, I destroy it. |
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Posted: Mon May 01, 2006 5:53 pm
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Posted: Mon May 01, 2006 5:56 pm
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Macabre_Cogitation IY_and_MCR Macabre_Cogitation IY_and_MCR Macabre_Cogitation Oh, okay. I didn't know....
Alone in his own demise, he screams to the end, only to find, he was always loved.
There's not much left to love, too tired today to hate
Confusion is a state in which the world resides.
I won't ask forgiveness my faith has gone dry
I don't seek love, I destroy it.
Communication is not always a simple matter. If only such things where as easy to fix as they are to screw up.
The bruises and contusions will remind me what you did when you wake |
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Posted: Mon May 01, 2006 5:58 pm
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Posted: Mon May 01, 2006 5:58 pm
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IY_and_MCR Macabre_Cogitation IY_and_MCR Macabre_Cogitation IY_and_MCR Macabre_Cogitation Oh, okay. I didn't know....
Alone in his own demise, he screams to the end, only to find, he was always loved.
There's not much left to love, too tired today to hate
Confusion is a state in which the world resides.
I won't ask forgiveness my faith has gone dry
I don't seek love, I destroy it.
Communication is not always a simple matter. If only such things where as easy to fix as they are to screw up.
The bruises and contusions will remind me what you did when you wake
Ah, yes, I agree.
The tears are nothing to me |
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Posted: Mon May 01, 2006 6:03 pm
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Macabre_Cogitation IY_and_MCR Macabre_Cogitation IY_and_MCR Macabre_Cogitation Same here..sometimes, it just comes out all wrong. Yep.
Confusion is a state in which the world resides.
I won't ask forgiveness my faith has gone dry
I don't seek love, I destroy it.
Communication is not always a simple matter. If only such things where as easy to fix as they are to screw up.
The bruises and contusions will remind me what you did when you wake
The tears are nothing to me
Well we can always dream of simple understandings and conflict resolution.
You've earned your place atop the ICU's hall of fame |
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Posted: Mon May 01, 2006 6:06 pm
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Posted: Mon May 01, 2006 6:07 pm
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IY_and_MCR Macabre_Cogitation IY_and_MCR Macabre_Cogitation IY_and_MCR Macabre_Cogitation Same here..sometimes, it just comes out all wrong. Yep.
Confusion is a state in which the world resides.
I won't ask forgiveness my faith has gone dry
I don't seek love, I destroy it.
Communication is not always a simple matter. If only such things where as easy to fix as they are to screw up.
The bruises and contusions will remind me what you did when you wake
The tears are nothing to me
You've earned your place atop the ICU's hall of fame
Yes we can always dream. At least I have that.
I have nothing left to give you, save this lullaby, may you sleep soudly, with only your one memory. |
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Posted: Mon May 01, 2006 6:14 pm
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Macabre_Cogitation IY_and_MCR Macabre_Cogitation IY_and_MCR Macabre_Cogitation That is generally true indeed. Sometimes tough, it can turn very very bad in a matter of seconds. Just like in real life.
I don't seek love, I destroy it.
Communication is not always a simple matter. If only such things where as easy to fix as they are to screw up.
The bruises and contusions will remind me what you did when you wake
The tears are nothing to me
You've earned your place atop the ICU's hall of fame
I have nothing left to give you, save this lullaby, may you sleep soudly, with only your one memory.
*One thousandth post*
Dreams are usualy much kinder than real life. A great indulgeance those dreams are. I know I spend my time lost in them.
A life-long wait for a hospital stay |
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Posted: Mon May 01, 2006 6:15 pm
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