Oh, what be this substance that makes me feel so warm and flushed on the outside and yet so cold and empty in my heart?
It be not ice. For ice, though imdeed it chills the inside, leaves the skin numb, and my flesh quickens to wound from before.
It be not fire. For though fire burns the skin to pain, it also warms the soul with bright passion and life, that which mine lacks.
Oh, what be this substance that I abhor and yet drink in like water to my thirsty mouth. How can I be so chained?
I am a fool! It be love for HER that binds me so, that burns me and numbs me for lack, mocks me and my ignorance.















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The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing. Edmund Burke (British Statesman and Philosopher 1729-1797) And always Take Care (Me =])
of a pirate.
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in a good way! xD
it's good.
i like it. :3;;
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And The Fashionista's Garden Party
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i'm not sure if i can. xD;;
it's just my weird mind working...
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And The Fashionista's Garden Party
Well, I've Had Enough Of That
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Love,
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"and my flesh quickens to wound from before." Do you mind elaborating?
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"Happiness is a choice that requires effort at times."
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