a Cloud of Nine
a slice of freedom,
somehow Benign,
i look ahead,
the image mirrored,
a boiling point,
somehow simmered,
its all the same,
this and that,
this feeling hidden,
somehow cracked,
i wander on,
looking backwords,
the past and present
somehow fractured..






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I will not serve that in which I no longer believe, whether it call itself my home, my fatherland, or my church. - J. Joyce
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I wish my life had an undo button!
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your halo's slipping down.
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The egg shatters like the pieces of your brain
Fellow Totally Jrockin' Spy > =Brianna-Baka <3
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my english sucks.
-chels
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The Chemist room 327 *Dark-Arts-Asylum
It's much apreciated
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Resident on Dark Arts Asylum, on Room #600
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