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Vox was the king, but turned to violent things. And so he lost respect, for his slaughter and death. sinking full of blame, name filled with shame. Zigvarious was chained, and raven fang's to blame. Skazerris was the builder, but turned into the mother. Zerris is the writer, but Omeraru's the poet. Though Aazikus is the warrior, Takanakchi's the ruler.
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What is the meaning of life? many people have pondered this question, giving me and mitchell the answer to the meaning of life. Since so many people have spent their lives trying to find out the meaning, led us to the conclusion that the meaning of life is searching for the meaning of life. Does this not make perfect since though, for people who have searched, have died in vain searching for it.
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Blurb me.
Background by: the lovely Callisto Athena
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Adventures of my Mind
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Adventures of my Mind
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I hate the n-word
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Reflections on convenient relationships on AP...Should they be so, or should being a friend go two ways... (print from www.art.com."Reflections on Friendship")
Have a good look ....the two boys are fishing considerately...one on one side of the bridge, and the other on the other.
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list of my poems for NaPoMo
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This is a column for people to talk, get to know each other a bit more..make friends and stuff. If you have a problem you can come freely to me, I shall help Introduce yourself and have fun
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Please don't comment unless you know me.
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A part of myself I'm starting to understand.
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An essay about why I've always felt like my best was never good enough. It's very personal.
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A letter to my mother. It's long. Only read if you're truly interested in the depths of my life, thoughts, and mind.
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After the long and treacherous journey through Oz, the tin woodman was finally granted a heart, the scarecrow a brain, the cowardly lion courage, and Dorothy the
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BIRD (SORRY DIDN'T NAME IT)2003/4 - 2005 (I owned it in 2004, as my neighbour's gift)
I was walking on a lonesome beach under the high chill. How ironic, walki
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Like the waves, God's unconditional love is constant, never ceasing. Whether big or small, violent or graceful, or from whatever angle, they keep on coming.
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Me rambling. If you don't know me, don't even bother reading unless you can keep from bashing me.
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Thoughts on why I had to be stuck with a mother who treats her daughter so unfairly...
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The Patokah Pond Herald June 1,2003
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Is it worth it to bare your soul for an instant, a second. To show the world the man behind the mask. The person no one sees. Each time
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