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It doesn't matter. What you wrote. I read it. I shouldn't have. I should have deleted it and smiled in smug self-satisfaction. But I couldn't. Blast me for a fool. A fool I am. A fool am I.

 

Burn. Burn. Burn out of me now. I've seen you. All masks and all subterfuge has fallen away and I see you, and I am not impressed. You don't impress me. In fact...

 

you rather disgust me. I will not be defeated by the likes of you. I will not allow it. Burn.

 

To hell with you. I give you desolation.

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The unrequited dream A song that no one sings

 

I used this song as a psychological tool when I was depressed to take the intensity off. Brings back vivid and painful memories.

 

The uncomfortable chill in the house when I arrived

Sleeping on the floor next to my ex's bed trying not to cry

Waking up with bleeding lips which made it hurt to try to smile

Starving but too ashamed and embarrassed to face her family

Shaving with frigid cold water

Holding her hand and feeling nothing

Seeing her stare at me from the doorway out of the corner of my eye

Scraping her windows at 5am

Trembling in the airport from her dropping me off late and missing my flight

Having a girl stare at me in the airport but never approaching me

Travel anxiety

Looking out the window in the plane with snow covering the desert

Thinking about her with him

And always being cold

 

Good times :laugh:

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and not for the first time, and probably not for the last time

 

he half wished that he'd died in the war.

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And you hear the words you dreamed of hearing, see it in his eyes... His hand softly on your cheek and the trembling of his lip as he tells you it was, and is real... The world stops and it is as if you're frozen in a painting of melting clocks.

 

Yet against all your heart desires, you break the communion of your eyes, your hands - and walk away knowing the broken vessel truly tried to hold water, but could not... And it seeps out as tears onto the dusty ground.

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LelouchIsZero

 

"Waiting for the end to come

Wishing I had strength to stand

This is not what I had planned

It's out of my control

Flying at the speed of light

Thoughts were spinning in my head

So many things were left unsaid

It's hard to let you go...

 

I know what it takes to move on

I know how it feels to lie

All I wanna do is trade this life for something new

Holding on to what I haven't got.."

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and not for the first time, and probably not for the last time

 

he half wished that he'd died in the war.

 

I hear that, there is a movie that makes me feel better every time I hit a sizable dip in the road I'm traveling, and for some morbid reason, always makes me feel better, thus I present to you these memorable quotes: :cool:

 

Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy **** we don't need. We're the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our great war is a spiritual war. Our great depression is our lives. We've all been raised on television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars, but we won't. We're slowly learning that fact. And we're very, very pissed off.

 

I am Jack's smirking revenge.

 

Listen up, maggots. You are not special. You are not a beautiful or unique snowflake. You're the same decaying organic matter as everything else.

 

You're not your job. You're not how much money you have in the bank. You're not the car you drive. You're not the contents of your wallet. You're not your f***ing khakis. You're the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.

 

Sticking feathers up your butt does not make you a chicken.

 

If I did have a tumor, I'd name it Marla.

 

I felt like putting a bullet between the eyes of every Panda that wouldn't screw to save its species. I wanted to open the dump valves on oil tankers and smother all the French beaches I'd never see. I wanted to breathe smoke.

 

I am Jack's complete lack of surprise.

 

We're consumers. We are by-products of a lifestyle obsession. Murder, crime, poverty, these things don't concern me. What concerns me are celebrity magazines, television with 500 channels, some guy's name on my underwear. Rogaine, Viagra, Olestra.

 

I'll bring us through this. As always. I'll carry you - kicking and screaming - and in the end you'll thank me.

 

We're a generation of men raised by women. I'm wondering if another woman is really the answer we need.

 

Only after disaster can we be resurrected.

 

It's only after we've lost everything that we're free to do anything.

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While I normally abhor advertisements on a youtube video (nick jonas chew superstar anyone?), every once in a while it dishes up something I like. So while I was waiting to listen to Dylan I found myself hearing this.

 

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It was all about you. I guess it was always about you. You didn't even ask me how I was. Your observation 'you seem to be doing well' or some nonsense like that.

 

Desolation. From me, to you.

 

Makes me think of ice and snow

 

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Good times for a change

See, the luck I've had

Can make a good man

Turn bad

 

So please please please

Let me, let me, let me

Let me get what I want

This time

 

Haven't had a dream in a long time

See, the life I've had

Can make a good man bad

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jALu4uTn2Ag&feature=related

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