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You're gone, you're dead, there's no going backEhem, please read;
You're sitting at your desk, in your room, and you know it's time to go. You've said that to yourself over a million times, but this time you know, for sure, that it's time. You're tired… you're so tired of everything you have been putting up with in your life. You're parents pissed you off, like school wasn't bad enough today.. You go to get the rope because you're that desperate to leave. You're ready. You think of it as some game… the first one dead is the one who wins. No ones home, it's the perfect time. You're ready. If you don't do it now, you're gonna look down on yourself even more, forever. You're going to hate yourself even more. No one knows, no one will know… until later on. Instead of getting a paper and a pen, you get the video camera, along with a chair and a rope. You're standing on the chair now...You're gone instantly and there will be no noise, or anything. One side of the rope is tied to the top of your fan, while the other is already around your
I love youThrough the goodness that we know
Through the cold and bitter snow
Even if this world will turn us insane
No matter how much pain
We will leave behind the problems of the past
Facing the future at a long last
New problems will surely arise
But when I look at your pretty eyes
That's the moment when I just know
Together we will always pull through
Because I love you
I want someoneI want someone...
Who will love me unconditionally.
Who will rub my back and tell me everything is going to be okay.
Who will listen to me... And tell me everything that they know.
Who will be willing to put me back together...
Who will light up with joy, and put on a smile, whenever they see me.
Who will make me laugh when I am down, and never let me touch the ground.
Who will be able to know when I need a kiss...
Who will not even need to say words when we lay in bed... because so much love is just embedded into the 2 of us... we know what the other will say.
Who will lift me up off the floor, and dust me off.
Who will show me the path that I've longed for my whole life.
Who will tell me "No matter what you do, nothing will change the way that I love you"
Who will push everything away, to be together.
Who will want to spend forever with me.
Who will have the same likes and dislikes, so we can have a good conversation...
but also a lot of different likes and dislikes, so that we are l
The Parlour IncidentOne day in July, I believe it was, I found myself sitting with several acquaintances in Christopher's parlour. It was one of those deliciously lazy afternoons which only the summer in her full glory can bring. The room had a wan, listless light to it, relaxing the other guests and myself as we languidly chatted over tea and crumpets. The air was also sluggishly heavy, dulling the senses to a slowly-blended calm engendered by the heat of St. Othniel's southerly climate.
At length, after much stimulating conversation, Christopher stood, producing a book of sheet music.
"What do you all say to a bit of music?" he asked.
"Certainly," I answered.
"Oh yes, please do darling!" Tabitha exclaimed, "he's quite the maestro."
Christopher laughed, shaking his head.
"Now, now love, I'd not go that far."
He strode over to the piano as the other guests urged him on. Ida entered the room bearing a merrily steaming teapot and more crumpets.
"More tea sirs?" she inquired, shooting sideways glances at her
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