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| Female |
| July 8 1996 |
| Oklahoma |
| Perhaps the world is still, And we are the ones who writhe around in circles. Perhaps we are the stars, And there is no moon; Leaving the velvet black sky that surrounds us as all there really is to be seen. Perhaps everything is illusion, And we are the dream. Perhaps the point could be best put as mute, For the worthless lives we lead are just another endless game. Perhaps there is simply nothing more; Nothing more is left to say. |
| I don't know. |
| Honestly, my writing style could only be described as morbid and sickeningly mediocre. |
| Reading, Writing, Drawing, Painting, Photography, Music |
| Oscar Wilde, Edgar Allan Poe, H.P Lovecraft, Fyodor Dostoevsky, Theodore Dreiser, |
| Edgar Allan Poe, Edwin Arlington Robinson, Robert Frost, |
| All things Cheech and Chong, Pineapple Express, Session 9, The Dream Team, The Omen, White Zombie, Night of the Living Dead, Airplane, Beavis and Butthead Do America, |
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