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Friday, October 24, 2008'♥

// a wolf's child .//



the thing is beneath my genial behaviour towards you, i look upon you as a child.
a child that i most unfortunately ,did not and will not bother with for most of the time.

i do not gawk in amazement how at such a age, you can still act like a child. spoilt, ill bred and rude. i can only pity your lack of social skills and the inept ability to see, that you, are just a child after all.

you do not see how hard it is for us to look upon your ill behaviour as that of frankness and be accepting , all in the kind name of a non existent friendship.

Why, is there anymore i can say when your life reeks of the bitterness and loneliness of a single wretched life. it's no wonder why no girl will take a fancy towards you, and i will not mention of all your futile romance endeavours.

it's seldom that i dedicate a post in my journal to someone as undeserving you.
let that be first and my last.

9:19 PM








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eloera jesusa woon.

she paints skins of whom she has never known, and may never be.
she fortifies , she preserves - of what time has taken.
she dances in the silvers of her moonlight ,
with this cacophany of noises,with these falsities -they lead her hand. //

the facades that she hide behind, the facets of her life.she is but the master of puppetry.

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