The Nonsensical Cat
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Elizabeth - Intro“I know you...”Elizabeth - Intro
I was repeating myself; in my mind, with my voice. I was saying: “I know you, I know you,” mentally screaming, “I know you!” and I did, I knew her. The light of a church shone brightly nearby and in it I could see her fair hair, her eyes: there depth and there emotion. The slight figure I had only recently held in the very hands she now restrained; how small and helpless she had seemed then.
My wrists weren’t bound but the pressure of her delicate hands holding them together felt like they were clad by iron. I could feel the
by ~Resienkai
Forget The StarsAre your memories the same as mine? Do you remember me, for who I once was?Forget The Stars
I never realised it would take losing you to find myself again. To remember I used to feel something other than this, something less; yet how can feeling nothing be so much more than at least feeling something, anything at all?
I said I would not shed a tear for you, and I have not, but for us I thought they would never stop – they were empty as they fell, as within time I found myself too to be.
As the sky is now, as it was when you sighed, “They should shine for us tonight.” An
by ~Resienkai
This is a story about a man. This is a story about a man, it is set in a medium sized town, and it is not of long length; let me tell it to you.This is a story about a man.
This man was not happy, he was not unhappy, but he was certainly not happy. He was intelligent but worked with many people who lacked even the most basic common knowledge, not only this, but they believed themselves much smarter than he. He allowed them to do this however, as he often allowed people to do and say what they liked in his presence. This evening he placed his bag on his shoulder and started his ro
by ~Resienkai
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Every artist is a cannibal, every poet is a thief. They steal their inspiration and sing about their grief.
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"I wonder what's in a book while it's closed. I know it's full of letters printed on paper, but [..] something must be happening, because as soon as I open it, there's a whole story with people I don't know yet and all kinds of adventures and battles."
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"People beleive what the media tells them to beleive, and i tell the media what to beleive." - Kane
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Yessir.
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"People beleive what the media tells them to beleive, and i tell the media what to beleive." - Kane
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x lexie x
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Yessir.
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