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Freitag, August 29, 2003 :. An Ocean full of tears and despair. As I sail through. The Surface pulls me in. Deeper and deeper I fall. Light turns to dark. So blind, everything is black. Is all this body knows. I let myself go. And fall into their control. Pain has left and so has. Eyes no longer see. Heart no longer beats. My Body, lifeless. Falls to the depths and. Touches the ocean bed. Pain, sorrow, despair, tears, life. All has left, my body no longer. Is instead where it belongs.
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This and that. For my original journal, go here. Samstag, Oktober 18, 2003 :. I wrote a couple of new poems. They can be seen on blogger and xanga. I also created blogring at xanga called the religion challenged. It's for those who don't know what they should believe in and are looking for something to help them. Mittwoch, Oktober 15, 2003 :. I made a new site at xanga.
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Donnerstag, Oktober 23, 2003 :. As I lie Awake. Reality becomes a Dream. My mind has withdrawn. The Void is near. Like a black hole. It takes me in. All this I watch. From within my Soul. Andrea 7:29 nachm. .
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Freitag, Oktober 17, 2003 :. Darkness envelopes this nation. Blinding all from the real world. This is all an illusion. While we sit here and laugh. We are Oblivious to the millions dying. The government to pay off debts. Mother Nature is suffering. Because of our ignorance. Of her slow death. Animals perish just for game or greed. We think it's fun. Laughing at our kill. They mount it's head on a wall. Knowing our ability to. Never will we know this. If this path is not left. We see the world.
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Samstag, Mai 17, 2003 :. Everyone around looks down upon. You cheer for my other. You love my failures. Why do you detest me? Do I disgust you? Inside I'm torn apart. I've learned to praise you. Yet you punish me. I'm ecstatic, depressed,. Curious, furious, confused. None are happy for me. Inside and out I weep. Does my success mean nothing? Must I fail to succeed? To be praised, to be loved? Andrea 9:28 vorm. .
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This and that. For my original journal, go here. Donnerstag, September 25, 2003 :. The internet is finally back up!
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This and that. For my original journal, go here. Donnerstag, Oktober 09, 2003 :. Started with Oil Pastels yesterday. They're not my favorite media. But they're okay. Finished printing and mounting the texture assignment yesterday. Started reflection today. The matrix test in Algebra wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. Tomorrow I have a test in German II, Yay!
