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Birthday
1992-05-20
Gender
Female
Member Since
2006-10-28
Occupation
Student
Real Name
Deirdre
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Achievements
..uh huh..
Anime Fan Since
not so very long
Favorite Anime
wolfs rain, howls moving castle
Goals
To become the best I can be and always be there for those I love
Talents
Music, art
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New to this, I'm at a loss of words. Feel free to private message me, sign the guestbook, and comment. All are greatly appreciated.
It's that feeling that someone is standing behind me, and I turn around.. and there's no one there.
Tuesday, November 7, 2006
As it creeps upon me
Although rather eloquent, the resourcefulness of today lingered uncomfortably and flowed unscrupulously through my veins. I wasn't exactly sure whether a simple laugh was necessary or a lavishingly deep sigh. Either of the two would probably be better than what I had done. Thoughts sway though, and everyone is their most explicit critic. Time runs short, however, and the time remains for sleep, as it happens to be required for continuous function of the body. (Only implying that no longer am I allowed to stay awake through the nights. After a three day run with no sleep my mother put her foot down..)
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Saturday, October 28, 2006
The small bird stared hopefully up at its master. She chirped softly, begging for a treat, a loving scratch on the back of the head, or even so much as a kind word or approving look into her eyes. Her master passed by without a second glance. She chirped again, slightly louder, and ruffled her feathers; making one single pin feather stick straight up into the air. She always received cute remarks from that one, and yet her owner didn't turn to face her. Suddenly she felt very small, and very vunerable. She huddled up against the cold bars of the cage as the room grew dark whilst the curtains were drawn. The once bright and open room seemed to darken, not only in appearance, but in aura. Frightened, the little bird shrunk down further back in the cage. Promptly, her master left. The little bird, confused, closed her eyes and went to sleep.
The room brightened.
An inner warmth flooded from an unknown source into the room, the deep beauty of it filling every crevasse of the once-chilling darkness.
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