

So she dances.She wore the dress, always.So she dances.
As a lonely princess in a tall tower. Separated by the lives of the world. Day after day shed watch the kids go by. Desperate for affection, fear of rejection, she waited. Passers by have never noticed her accomplishments. Shes just another name on a dilapidated wall. Empty words on a gray background. They fail to notice her dreams, her ambitions, her talents; her existence. Does anyone even know who she is? So she buys the fabric, the scissors, the needles, the string. She will prove herself to the world. Through song? Through dance? Through love of her dreams. The materi
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<3 The Hopeless Romantic <3
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This comment contains the souls of a thousand crushed infants.
<3
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[HaloJen.]
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Enter into a Canvas of Black.
"When you write for yourself you write the truth, when you write for them you write for love, when you write for both you are a world seeker." <--My Saying!
AND
I MISSES YOU TERRIBLY!
*huggles*
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....better then a hard kick to the face!
/.D - Kakashi
:lD - Iruka
I'm totally on your page.
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...and, like all illusions, they fade over time until death banishes them forever.
Why don't you join the poetry contest from [link] ?
It's free and every nitwit such as myself who enters gets a small gift
but someone like you might win one of their $10 000 or $100 000 prizes.
Thanks for the
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And the ass saw the angel of the Lord...
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