

Tinnitus SanctusAt long last, I can make myself free, Under the world light and sound, I crack the illusion of me;Tinnitus Sanctus
As nature cries its sonic decree. My feet melt away from the ground, Lifted with a current of electricity.
Truth colored by a blur is all I see When senses are lost and later found, Once my old reality comes back to be.


SanityGerry was never a bad man. In fact, he was a really good man. The only good man. But the quality of a person was no longer measured as it should be. When his father was young, it was measured by your dancing. When his grandfather was young, it was measured by the ammount of sweat you produced every day. The way it should always have been.Sanity
Gerry was never a bad man, but now that it was his turn to be measured, it was different. How good you were as a person was completely dependant on being as everyone else. But for some reason, eveyone else were certain that they were indeed different, breaking the mold. Fools! They believe
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~Jenn!e~
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Leave your heart at deaths door
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I see you're a writer too! ^^ If you're looking for writer friends, you've come to the right place, despite writing being an under-appreciated minority here, but that will soon change
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Je N'ai Pas De Mots <3~
"Call me King!"
yah,i've noticed that.
photography and art get much of the notice,not so much writing.
yes,friends.
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Words do my bidding! ....... Sometimes...
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Don't take life too serious. It's only temporary.
yah,this website is giving me a slight headache but im determined to figure it out. haha (:
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Don't take life too serious. It's only temporary.
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