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[Mar. 4th, 2008|04:31 pm] |
Dirges for the lost and lurking,
A soul is left, writhing, jerking.
Pain for pleasure, often working,
The world is caving in.
Beauty fades, and handsome too,
Switching in hullabaloo,
Some are happy, some are blue,
Be happy in your skin.
Everything must come and go,
There's nothing to it, you should know,
Your life is but a one man show,
And demons laugh, chagrined. |
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[Jan. 20th, 2008|08:09 pm] |
A-Ah! Well. At least that spell of sorts has seemed to worn off. I can finally put on my clothing again.
I suppose that this means I can unlock my bedroom door now and open the curtains to the window as well. |
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[Jan. 16th, 2008|02:18 am] |
O-Oh my! I am---um...this is very uncomfortable and I wish that the clothes that I keep trying to put on would not just vanish like that.
This is...I believe I will stay locked in my room now.
howveryembarrassingthisis |
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