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myOtaku.com: Rayea Kagome chan
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Thursday, December 30, 2004
A depressing poem from past thoughts, and a bit of what happened yesturday....
I do hope you all are well. I went to the mall, got to meet up with Kaoru and Annie, and Brosenka even. Kaoru and Annie loved my baby brother... I can already see it now. He's going to grow up to be a lady's man... and a perfect gentleman. Lol... True, and if you could see him, you'd think the same. No one's allowed to know I met up with Brosenka... my mother will not allow it because we keep fighting like old times, and she pretty much hates him for the past. One of my mother's faults. And one I hate her for... because it forces hus further apart....
Either way... I am just going to type random thoughts... until I get something I believe is good, so bear with me, please. I do hope all of you are well, and I return home tomorrow (tech. today), so I shall see you all then....
Drowning Light
"I lay here in my thoughts, screaming in my mind;
All seems to be so far away... almost lost within time....
My dreams are no more, my purpose has ceased to be;
And all this time I thought others cared.... when it was merely a memory....
All seem to cry and hurt when I do, or is it a mirrored image of what they used to?
Simply put... too many are in pain, and I cannot help but feel all the blame....
I want to help and I want to scream, but all seems so lost to me;
Down in the dirt I cry and I bleed, and I've finally learned how not to breathe....
All this agony has returned from the past, and soon I shall hope it does not last;
Until the 'morrow my dearest friends, this is where I must meet the end...."
~Night~
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