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maybe we.. I..Maybe we are just crumbs, dust.. Without a place..maybe we.. I..
We are a tiny cog, but we don't fit anywhere. We have no home. We are a piece without a purpose.
If we would be placed in any kind of thing, or any kind of society, machine or a group of people – everything would just get stuck – because we don't belong there.
We only stop everything and just waist time. In the end somebody will find us – all corrupting- and after removing the block set the world spinning again.
We are undiscoverable – because nobody is searching for us. We are Not polished diamonds – bec
by ~Cold-Strigoi
i'm lost again.- are you kidding me? i thank God for it. it feels so good. like i’m having i wonderful dream in lavender filled room . 14.02 – looked like the time to think, music was soothing, but the caffeine in the coffee should have made me wide awake. odd day. today i realized i love sundays. somehow i only get that on a right kind of sundays. odd weekend.i'm lost again.
fridays shock – who didn’t let go – short waves just kept crashing in to a wooden wall.
yesterday’s apathy, unease, dullness, from witch i was hiding in the healing pages of my book - if it weren’t for them i would probably subm
by ~Cold-Strigoi
Sweet.this was the sweetest thing.Sweet.
every winter you would get cold at night. i was always to cold to warm you up. but when you went to the drug store: you bought two hot water bags. one for you
and the other one for me. i always told you i dont mind the cold.
that i like being chilly. but you knowed the truth. i loved the warmth - but only you knew that.
by ~Cold-Strigoi
together.the first time they meet – everything ended.together.
12pm. two small kids just messing around. games, hangout’s, apple juice and cookies. she was braver than him. at least in the beginning. she started the path – by daring him to throw a stone in the window. he took the challenge and nailed it. the shattered glass was like diamonds. – jewelry only this girl can appreciate. she carried the treasure for days, her palms are still marked with scars.
they grew together. 10pm. this time they were more then friends. the little boy grew into a teenager. and his heart was set on HER. she on the o
by ~Cold-Strigoi
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