started to write alot and well filling up my gallery with that...
critics are ALWAYS welcomed by me
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Waking up too late, lame titleWalking pass these pavements as the breeze greets me, a shiver runs through my body its a warm welcome by the wind but I feel so cold maybe it doesnt know that Im alone or maybe it wants to tell me that someone is still by my sideWaking up too late, lame title
I cant hear the echo of her shoes on the street I cant hear her laughter, I cant feel her brush against me, and still I can sense that Im not alone.
This is getting to me; the confusion is too much I think Im losing my head or my brains, thou if I have any of them left with me I walk this path


the first draw,folow up 2 and.Standing there at a distance I can see the tall flames dancing aoround covering almost every bit of the dark palaces, I look to my right and am assured by him standing there I have no shadow now, well for the time being.. we smile as the their screams are more louder and shrilly than everthe first draw,folow up 2 and.
They deserved this, they had to be killed a death that so prolonged that they felt my pain what they caused to me what they intended to do what they will never do for the centuries they are trapped in nether world .
His red eyes glow more I can sense Us getting more stronger to the


PerceptionsPeople are surronding us every where we go, funny how we make groups of people with whom we are comfortable discussing somethings and not others; which we can with our another group...no matter how close we may think of make people to us, there will always be a boudary which we are scared to cross and let people cross over,Perceptions
scared of the past or the current state that we live in, where we want to make our own Utopia, but its just a fantasy land that cant be true in the right sense.. Confusion is the key for me to see things in the true form, cause adernaline pumps right into the stuck up sockets of your brains forcing things to b
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