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Dreams are what you wake up from.

14 years of Livejournalling, and hopefully, more to come.

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First poem of the year.

with the little pieces of carbon
i fall to the ground
the firework's lost that sparkle
with that awesome sound

my spark was incendiary
my brightness now a hue
for just i was a superstar
but now the end i'm due

i know i've lived my moment
i know it wasn't a lie
so content i'd be, sitting
watching the others fly.

::composed 5 Jan:with help from littleprince's keywords:depressed over mediocrity::

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Erm, it's not associated with myself, doh.
It's meant to offer a different perspective to littleprince's.

Hmm.. not logging into your lj?



hey u got my icq messages? i need cylum sticks... can u help?


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