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When one is dead, there is no point in poking it with more sticks...

 

              try to belive it is else wise....

                                     for dreams come true, in the dimmest light.

 

                                                                             Stephanie Wood

 

  

 

I Love empty halls, running my fingers across the wall, and knowing I'm alone. Free to imagine, you never left me, hurt me, and lied.

I Love skipping in fields, smelling the wild flowers, laying down and just breathing in the open, spinning with my arms open wide, just dreaming, around and around, looking at the sky until I collapse.

 

My heart, is weak, and a pathetic excuse of love, but i do love, even if at times it doesnt show, after all i am unique and different, doesnt mean you should hate me, but it's okay, we all have our imperfections. Mine glimmer across my whole being, it's naturally a corruption.

 

I can be dark and demented, but dont mistake it for being hateful, for i can think a thought so vile, but it doesnt mean the act could be acted out, it is those who act in cruelity without the thought, making it irrational, that you should truly worry, for my heart would stop me from truly hurting someone.

 

We all have fears, and as mine are many, but i do not fear death, why fear it, when death is a savoir as anything else...

 

any questions feel free to ask, but don't bother me if you just want to pick me to shreds, i wont like it...but to be honest, i probably wont do anything...

 

 

oh'well...take care,

 

 

                 Stephanie (luna)

 

 


We hide in the shadows of who we are as we ridicule those who dance in the lights of themselves"....Stephanie wood

 

A poem someone wrote for me thats sooo sweet ^_^

http://allpoetry.com/poem/4335622

 

 

 

 

and so the wind will whisper goodbye to your ears, from your mind.

 

 

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