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Crying skiesThus finally the sky started to cry, father. After days of burning desire, madness, aching.. The nature, our mother turns with the tide. Away are the sunny days of restless nights and happy faces.Crying skies
Now all that resides is a sickening gloom, grey skies and thick clouds left us to contemplate that which we can't, couldn't or shouldn't never had. The rain in the trees tell the stories of those who never left this darkness. Those who never hid in the sun.
But why, father? Why are all loving hearts left empty and void? On which fate did humanity stumble for us to deserve this pain? This loneliness? Where must we seek
Unbesiegt
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'tis appreciated!
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.. l'enfer est d'autres personnes ..
Jean-Paul Sartre
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"She stood there, half way between the orient and here. Bitter white clouds lingered and then went, capturing the splash of yellow that the sun bathed our faces in."
"We are what we think" - Buddha
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I believe in migraines, the boredom of afternoons, the fear of calendars, the treachery of clocks. - JG Ballard [CinnamonAndSpite]
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Megan B.
Amateur Photographer, Professional Dreamer.
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Remember, remember the fifth of November
V for Vendetta
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M2M design® by Maurizio Mancin
Since 1996
©Copyright 1996-2009
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Make me believe, please?
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M2M design® by Maurizio Mancin
Since 1996
©Copyright 1996-2009
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