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Gilith
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« Reply #30 on: September 05, 2013, 05:28:17 AM »

Reach shall we ever for the Top.
Yet take care when looking down.
For the fall is away more than a hop.
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Aye, I've my fair share of scars. Perhaps a bit too many to be honest, decent sign of a careless man. But those don't bother me, they heal, and even if they don't heal right I've always found a way to deal with 'em. The ones I can see at least, the others...the ones inside. They aren't so easy to forget about, they don't heal like the others do. They might heal in a day, a week, a year. Or maybe some like mine, won't ever heal at all. There's no getting past these scars, you can't treat it, you can't cover it up, and you can't find a way around it. But, there comes a day, when you learn to live it, and you stop living in the past, so you can do what your able for the future.

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« Reply #31 on: September 09, 2013, 11:55:43 AM »

Where is the town?
The dough is blue
And I think i just turned around

But after this the gnome did see true
To trapping me in a woven net, dripping with glue.
And so, i hung, grappling my shoe
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Time passes. Watermelons fly. And I end up with a concussion. And a suicide note. Krausus' CD
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« Reply #32 on: September 10, 2013, 10:19:46 AM »

Once so brightly across the heavens he flew.
But then, the dark, the blinding, his  pride.
In him the doubts so powerfully they grew.
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« Reply #33 on: October 02, 2013, 06:20:29 AM »

Oh i was so snide, to walk in stride. Will you come in on the ride?
Oh i see, that golden tree. Fiddle dum, fiddle dee.
My pride is through, and i construe, and caught a thorn in my side
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Time passes. Watermelons fly. And I end up with a concussion. And a suicide note. Krausus' CD
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