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OptimisticallyPessimistic
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Posted: Wed Feb 07, 2007 3:40 pm
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I look over the forest, towards the last setting sun, and my soul leaves this body, this life is finally done. My soul sprints on the wind to leave on that fading light, quickly, so very fast, for soon it shall be night. A purple curtain falls over the golden shade that drops my soul's heart: it doesn't want to fade. At last my soul reaches the golden edge of the sky, and all it can do is tear up: one final, small cry. The body, in it's last heat, sees my soul crying: this is me, and it smiles, through a last breath: for once and all, at last I am free.
Man. That is powerful. Comments?
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Posted: Thu Feb 08, 2007 12:57 pm
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OptimisticallyPessimistic
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Posted: Thu Feb 08, 2007 3:51 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 13, 2007 12:29 pm
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OptimisticallyPessimistic
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Posted: Tue Feb 13, 2007 1:46 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 13, 2007 1:53 pm
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