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Tuesday, October 25, 2005


yet another of my creation's
Love is everything it's cracked up to be. That's why people are so cynical about it. It really is worth fighting for, being brave for, risking everything for. And the trouble is, if you don't risk anything, you risk even more.
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Thursday, October 20, 2005


was bored so yeah ^_^ lol
The moment you have in your heart this extraordinary thing called love and feel the depth, the delight, the ecstasy of it, you will discover that for you the world is transform.
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couldn't think of anything so yeah ^_^
Where love rules, there is no will to power; where power predominates, there love is lacking. The one is the shadow of the other.
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Hope you like trinity ^_^
Love is everything it's cracked up to be. That's why people are so cynical about it. It really is worth fighting for, being brave for, risking everything for. And the trouble is, if you don't risk anything, you risk even more.
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Tuesday, October 18, 2005


   hear is anothere one of my creation's ^_^ hope you like trinity ^_^
Accept the things to which fate binds you, and love the people with whom fate brings you together, but do so with all your heart.



Remember me when I am gone away, 
Gone far away into the silent land; 
When you can no more hold me by the hand, 
Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay. 
Remember me when no more day by day 
 You tell me of our future that you plann'd: 
Only remember me; you understand 
It will be late to counsel then or pray. 
Yet if you should forget me for a while 
And afterwards remember, do not grieve: For if the darkness and corruption leave 
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had, 
Better by far you should forget and smile 
Than that you should remember and be sad.


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Friday, October 14, 2005


couldn't think of anything so yeah ^_^
Love is much like a wild rose, beautiful and calm, but willing to draw blood in its defense.
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