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About Me Member Deviant of Many Talents everwonderwhyFemale/South Africa

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Missed am I by those who know me least. Despised am I by those who need me most. Judged best by aching, rotting bones deceased Their knowledge of my value ever lost.
Who am I countless tears have asked, Yet countless more no reply shall find. I am no-one and everywhere but the past, Life’s discordant singing and echo in the mind.
To hate me is a waste of you as much as I So all I ask is that you smile and nod ...                            &nb

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24042007How is it with this world when everything is an indifferent glance? A chance; a pass, because the world moves too fast. And I tell myself that I'm not on display Every day of days of counting days, Passing eyes that stare across concrete stairs, And facing hollow faces. Empty minds. They are worn-down stones that know the earthly grinds.
And there is NO silence No silence for me here to hear Not even in death. Mechanical brawls, birdcalls and echoes in the halls Would sing above the shouts. Even the slow drip, drip, 24042007
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The Twilight Flight
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Moving a.m.o.n.g. the crowds      Their   wea pons  are  eyes,
               fast     and sha rp,
           and   the war    is   on :                                             Moving a.m.o.n.g. the crowds
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Sun Nov 12, 2006, 1:00 PM

Yes, well. It's over. Those things that make people mad. It has not hit me yet - nie met krag nie, nie met mag nie, nie met sy hand of met die vaddoek se punt - nor with rain, nor wind, nor crappy scraps will this good feeling hit me. Thought I'd try to journalise it. I SHOULDN'T BE COMPLAINING! But I was expecting something a little more sudden and relieving, perhaps with confetti.

In fact, someone tickled me today and I started crying. Women are WEIRD. I was definitely Hitler in a past life. I carry the 'annoyances' to others over, at least. The legacy lives on!

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