

My life.I live like tortured souls, To me theres no beginning to the day and no end. I awake feeling cold, empty, dead. My dreams are dark, like the shadow which haunts my every move. I try to forget heartache, pain and sorrow, But I am just reminded of the future, which will contain these three demons. When i die nothing will have changed, No one will notice, my haunting dreams will still live on. I am dead.My life.


The black knightIt stood solitary, proud guarding it's precious castle doors, it's home, it's life. The tall figure which is the knight barely whispers a word. It just stands, the gleam of it's sword can be spotted from far, Only it's dark and deep mind knows how many poor men have, fell to that hard steelid blade.The black knight
Someone approaches, in hope to breach the fort and obtain its treasures. But the statue which is the knight, springs to life, a jump and a swipe from the infamous steel and the man lies, severed.
The knight moves back into position and stares ahead and waits.
middle finger
sorry for the so so late response & thank you very much!
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"Geçmişi ne kadar çok unutursak geleceği korumak o kadar zor olur."
MKAtatürk
Thanks
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ya still come here
i can't even remember you favin Caramel
sumbit dammit
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KittD uses words of thought:
--i like pancakes...they are flat cakes made from a pan
--if i was a dying robot would you love me?
--boys suck...thats why i just burn them with unplugged irons
--when i sleep spiders try to climb in my nose
--i was a flower child who shot hippies and changed the world with my hair
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sorry i had to take you off watch (i'll put you back on)
i just didn't know when you were going to come back.
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KittD uses words of thought:
--i like pancakes...they are flat cakes made from a pan
--if i was a dying robot would you love me?
--boys suck...thats why i just burn them with unplugged irons
--when i sleep spiders try to climb in my nose
--i was a flower child who shot hippies and changed the world with my hair
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The rising sun can dispel the darkness of night, but it cannot banish the blackness of malice, hatred, bigotry, and selfishness from the hearts of humanity.
David O. McKay
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aeiko.
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