| while i breathe i hope |


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late at night in the cold...it's painful and it's beautiful and it's painful and it's beautiful to walk late at night in the cold through the city it's painful and it's beautiful exhale inhale late at night in the cold through the city feeling it for the first time because i'm in my own skin now i don't need to be anywhere else because i'm existing right here late at night in the cold through the citylate at night in the cold...


Take a moment to breatheExpiration, to late to tell Of an exalted breath lending its words to the wind Take a few moments, a sensation to feel As I transcend vessels of memories onto you, I send Its almost calming as I breathe againTake a moment to breathe
Of a shallow creek, to a lakeside bed Of jammed traffic and its distant hum Empty thoughts lead to an empty head And relaxed tension makes my muscles numb As I slowly breathe again
Being alive takes some thought But my thoughts were in rampant disarray What I know, I forgot But Im glad I remained alive to see a happier day


a child's songand death shall sing a child's song; so simple in its measure. and death shall have a child's eyes; luminescent in their pleasure.a child's song
and death shall have a child's smile; perfect, straight, clean teeth. and death shall have a child's face; its still waters shall run deep.
and death will lure with a child's grace; its smooth, cold hand upon your face. and death shall tell a child's lies; straight-forward and simple, so hard to untie. to pull you closer to the evil.
and death shall have a child's touch; tender on the skin. and death shal
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By the Gods! It's Kris!
I excell in little, yet surpass many.
neigh hay hay!
stupid bitch pony.
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"Man is the only creature who refuses to be what he is." - A.Camus
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By the Gods! It's Kris!
I excell in little, yet surpass many.
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~teddy bear~
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bits clung to the lungs of the smokers like a burnt collage
bits fell to the ground, surrounding them in a soft dust of black ash
bits swirled around them in mystic arabesques
stained teeth and stained eyes and stained souls
gleaming through the haze
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Frerks and Plerks are both Drij, but a Claj is a frerk but not a plerk, while krubs and vrids are Nij, but krubs are also a frerk, there are also stroots and Flifs who happens to be Nij as well.
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bits clung to the lungs of the smokers like a burnt collage
bits fell to the ground, surrounding them in a soft dust of black ash
bits swirled around them in mystic arabesques
stained teeth and stained eyes and stained souls
gleaming through the haze
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