

Rippled EdgesHe stood alone, in front of a lake, far and wide. In nothing but a grassland and a few wildlife creatures, light gusts of wind came and make his hair dance in the air.Rippled Edges
He stared at the lake with such a sad expression, one would thing that he lost everything he had. He picked up a small pebble and tossed it in the Lake.
The calm waters were disturbed of it's slumber, now awoken at the Person. The rippled producing at the base of where the pebble hit its' impact.
The winds now became rash. The blue jacket he wore now gliding against the gusts as well as the black hair that covered most of his face.  


The Angst of Our LivesThe feeling I endure makes me ill when I'm with you, but I'm happy. Whenever I see you it's like I am in heaven, full of happiness. I feel like embracing you, though you are so far away. I sometimes feel like standing in the middle of nowhere, the cold breeze against me makes me think I'm flying away towards you. But then I cry, because that will never be a possibility.The Angst of Our Lives
When I find you, I will never let go of you.
GAMESS
Gwyddion 2
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*cling*
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"A truly isolated individual can never speak ill of anyone."-Myself
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"Si j'avais ma voie, vous seriez avec moi."
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"A truly isolated individual can never speak ill of anyone."-Myself
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"Si j'avais ma voie, vous seriez avec moi."
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"A truly isolated individual can never speak ill of anyone."-Myself
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"Si j'avais ma voie, vous seriez avec moi."
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