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Octavian_Storm's Journal
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If ever you knew me.
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October 30, 2008, 08:43:pm
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Can one sum up the worth, the need? So quiet when you have to take it all in and not make a sound, at least it seems that way.
I remember everything.
Taking bites out of flesh in a world made up of metal and grime.
How many empires till its enough? How many souls pain?
I wish you could see the lights, that spread of glittery humanity. What are we. Who will we become? Will we disapear?
I know my shrink is an idiot.
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Journeys in Quiet Nations
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August 31, 2008, 10:13:pm
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Movement, Vibrations, curling up in wreithing pain sinsations, nobody out there to hear me, yet I keep pulling on these chains, dont really want what is at the other end but they seem to want me, was chiziling at the one on my ankle for so many years almost gave up and now Im here.
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Dout
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July 07, 2008, 11:46:pm
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Hold my breath when I pick up that phone, never know what demon will crawl out into my smile, contort my eye, snare my thoughts, abuse my heart..... again. Theres only so many days that can go by for me to pay the piper. Till I die.
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3 degrees of sanity
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July 04, 2008, 08:41:pm
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Edgar Allen Poe once wrote: (ok I cant remember the exact words but) he wrote about going insane with terrible bouts of sanity. Not too far from how the world seems today. Pouring a tall glass of cold water into my thirsty soul only to find it never truely quiches what ails.
Grasping for more. Longer, deeper, no contortion there. Human condition.
One leather strap for good measure.
Ten forgiven sins to balance the wraith.
Pulling the shadows off the wall never felt so good.
Mood: Surrender
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What the hell?
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March 04, 2008, 09:42:pm
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Im not here to be popular but thanks I think
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