My turn to make my very own thread.
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Thread Topic: My turn to make my very own thread.
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Yeah that Scar. And I'm bored.
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Poor Sissi. 3x
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I'm alright. You?
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Eh. Been worse, I suppose. I'm glad you're doing well at least~
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I suppose.
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12.21.2012
The sky is oddly blue
for a day painted with red..
The air is strangely brisk
given the fire we've yet to see.
This day all feels so natural,
and yet it's meant to be the end..
The end..
And if it is?
If it is, then I dont care.
No, that's the wrong thing to say.
I care. I care.
I promise.
But this world has fallen to pieces in our hands.
So if we end it all,
isn't that our own tragic forgiveness?
And if this truly is the end,
then I'll embrace it, dear.
I won't say I'm not afraid,
but I can't say I won't be glad
for all the pain to end,
and all the wretchedness within..
All the evil of humanity can
all be washed away.
Is there really such a remedy
to take this away from me?
To take it from all of us
who can only stare in horror
at the decline of humanity?
If this is the end,
even if you see me cry,
it's just a moment of irrationality.
Nothing more, and surely nothing less.
For in the face of devastation
I am nothing to think twice about,
nothing to be spared the potential agony
of all this.
But then, none of these sinners are.
They sit there and stare to the sky,
and pray it doesn't come,
warm tears marking their terror,
stone cold expressions on their souls.
And they wonder why they're grieving
as the day comes to a close.
A feeling of uncertainty
hidden deep beneath the relief,
a feeling they never knew until now.
If this could truly be the end,
would they finally know what I have all along?
Would they understand what's become of this life?
Would they recognize the grief in their own hearts?
Or would they run away, and pretend they never saw?
Pretend it's all alright for their last moments?
No need to shatter a perfect illusion,
no, we'll hide everything away.
We can slip into complete chaos,
and we can hide behind bliss,
for what reason is there to grieve
when it will offer us no mercy?
No, my dear, I won't tell you I'm not scared.
But I refuse to say I'm sad..
No, I'm not.
I won't be sad for the end of this million year plague.
I won't be sad for all the blood washed from our hands.
I won't be sad for the ash cleared from our eyes and throats.
I won't be sad for the melancholy melody that plays
inside our hearts,
assuring us of what our minds refuse to acknowledge.
I won't be sad to lose these memories,
and all the sadness weighing us down.
In fact,
I won't feel anything at all. -
Hm... This place is always so quiet on Sunday mornings..
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Fucking a. Fuck it all. Just fuck it all. That's a wonderful way to spend Christmas. Just perfect. Whatever. Fuck you.
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What happened?
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RHWJPQWPIO$#QQP Nothing. e-e Something just really pissed me off.
How are you on this Christmas day, Sissi? -
Fine, and you? Don't let people piss you off. They can get coal.
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SUNNEH.
*hug hug hug*
I need to email you. :O -
Not even coal. I'd like to see him get fucking pneumonia and die. -.-
I'm... eh. I gave my mom a bar of her favorite kind of chocolate and she was all excited and that made me happy.. -
DARKNESS.
*is hug hug hugged*
Alright. :I -
That's not very nice...
That's good. :D I painted my mom a cool picture.
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