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All want to be wanted. Can i wish you? It just one, what i can do. Other people happy, they already have happiness in real life, i can be happy just in game... It hard... Do you wanna know truth? I love you, i still love you, silly. When i see snow falls and white nights, when i go and feel that atmosphere, i remember you, your eyes, your voice, your face.
Sometimes i wanna deleted all memories about you from my brain...
It crazy, but i dream about you, about us. I want live in Japan, because that country have beautiful atmosphere, beautiful colors of nature. I wanna breathe on your neck, i want touch your face my cold fingers, kiss your lips. But it all not important for you. You can not see my tears, you can not hear my shout, you can not touch my hands, because you so far...
Yes, my English not so good, i don't care on this.
Many confiners disconnect us, you trying understand me, i trying understand you, it hard too. I writed it not for award, i'm just sharing my emotions with other
NormНастя: Коооот, отправь меня спать
Коттен: *достает ружье, заполняет солью*
Настя: НУНЕТНЕТ Я СПЛЮ СПЛЮ ХРРРХРРР
Коттен: *стреляет по Насте, а та, в свою очередь, бежит в кроват
LilNippon: we did it...
Nippon: we married, me and Paigu
Kotten: i saw horror dream, where ganguro guy pursued me D:
Nippon: oh, i though you need say for me "congradulations"
Kotten: do you wanna know what i think about it?
Kotten: i don't care on fate people of this world.
Life is but a DreamWe are just unnourished frail bodies,
overfed with white lies and short-lived-euphorias.
Books filled with black letters,
etching lurid images into our utmost dreams.
Veering us from the big picture...
the one we fail to paint ourselves.
Our fists much too busy with fights,
that we are bound to lose.
Too occupied in line waiting,
for creativity to be let loose like a stray dog.
As if we will find home in this pursuit of happiness...
but we only enclose each other in small rooms
with nothing but old laptops.
How many times I've guessed which letter could it be...
Which letter could it be?
To free us from havoc-stricken-thoughts?
They come and go, unending like 24 hour subway stations.
There's no break for this lonely man,
heaving every breathe of stale air
into my overused lungs...
Living in confined walls of flesh
held up with brittle paper-mache bones.
Which day is it that I will burst out from this cage of a life?
And hover with the Gods found in carefully binded bo
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A two-time Community Volunteer for the deviantART Related category, Anne is well-known as a positive, helpful force. She is the community's resident expert when it comes to CSS (Cascading Style Sheets), and her personal gallery offers a wide variety of tutorials for new and experienced coders alike. In addition, each winter she hosts a calendar project encouraging members to create Journal designs for all to use, bringing more creativity to the community.
It is with immense gratitude that we acknowledge Anne as the recipient of the Deviousness Award for October 2014. Read More