Tell me a story. Write me a novel, or give me a single sentence, one word. Give me a comment and see if I can figure it out. Tell me of your love, your hate, tell me you don't care
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Sometimes I feel lonely and I want to talk, but I'm afraid to be a bother. Sometimes I worry about you. I love you very much as a sister. I often wonder if I've said the wrong thing when you don't immediately respond.
They stood, silent and strong, on a ridge. Where? They didn't know. They didn't care. They had been here for as long as they could remember. Who were they? It wasn't important. All that was known was that they were protecting something(one?) precious. Why they were there, they did not know. How they had come to be there, they did not know. All they knew is that they had a purpose, a goal, a reason: To protect something(one?) beyond the ridge. So they stood, silent and strong.
I wish that I could give you the reassurance to know that whatever it is you have to say, I want to listen. And if there's anything I've learned, it's that sometimes you can feel loneliest surrounded by people who love you. In a way it hurts more knowing that you feel that way around me than knowing you feel that way in general.
You are never a bother. Ever. I love you. <3
If I don't immediately respond, it's not because you said the wrong thing. The only wrong thing you could ever say to me is if you lie to me.
...when she cries, she's absolutely beautiful
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My god this should not be so difficult!! XD I have a glimmer of an idea...chromatic_comaApril 2 2010, 23:38:25 UTC
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.///////. Thank you very much. The title is "A Conversation With My Conscience," which I think gives it a whole new perspective. Read it again with that in mind, if it pleases you to do so.
Sometimes I worry about you.
I love you very much as a sister.
I often wonder if I've said the wrong thing when you don't immediately respond.
They stood, silent and strong, on a ridge.
Where? They didn't know. They didn't care. They had been here for as long as they could remember.
Who were they? It wasn't important. All that was known was that they were protecting something(one?) precious.
Why they were there, they did not know. How they had come to be there, they did not know. All they knew is that they had a purpose, a goal, a reason: To protect something(one?) beyond the ridge.
So they stood, silent and strong.
<3
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You are never a bother. Ever. I love you. <3
If I don't immediately respond, it's not because you said the wrong thing. The only wrong thing you could ever say to me is if you lie to me.
...when she cries, she's absolutely beautiful ( ... )
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That poem is beautiful, dear. <333
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.///////. Thank you very much. The title is "A Conversation With My Conscience," which I think gives it a whole new perspective. Read it again with that in mind, if it pleases you to do so.
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!! Wow...
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