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Title: Noise pollution is defeated
Rating: G; very tame
Character(s): Junsu, OT11
Summary: Of passion and of dreams- Junsu style
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Junsu had a passion for making the world sound beautiful
even when he was but a small child, he would sing to the potted plants outside his apartment window
he would sing to the the sky in hopes that someone in the clouds would hear him
and everything was indeed more glorious
Junsu had a passion and he was determined to make the world understand his passion
even though his mother begged of him to think of his future, he let his emotions lead him to the industry
he sang, and sang, and sang some more until someone up on the cold metal hill heard him
and everything was grim, but he saw the beautiful lights guiding him ahead
Junsu shared his passion with the people, the Earth, the universe
even when he was exhausted, he would sing to let the world know there was still something beautiful to be had
he would sing for himself, for his brothers and for mankind that had lost faith in passion and dreams
and he sang until there was nothing left of his voice
and Junsu thought the most beautiful sound to be heard was the silence that followed when the world could still taste his passion.
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I was in a weird mood :/ I still am
Thoughts/ [nice] Criticsm & critique are welcome
But I suppose I cant really stop you if you want to beat it down ^^;
Rating: G; very tame
Character(s): Junsu, OT11
Summary: Of passion and of dreams- Junsu style
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Junsu had a passion for making the world sound beautiful
even when he was but a small child, he would sing to the potted plants outside his apartment window
he would sing to the the sky in hopes that someone in the clouds would hear him
and everything was indeed more glorious
Junsu had a passion and he was determined to make the world understand his passion
even though his mother begged of him to think of his future, he let his emotions lead him to the industry
he sang, and sang, and sang some more until someone up on the cold metal hill heard him
and everything was grim, but he saw the beautiful lights guiding him ahead
Junsu shared his passion with the people, the Earth, the universe
even when he was exhausted, he would sing to let the world know there was still something beautiful to be had
he would sing for himself, for his brothers and for mankind that had lost faith in passion and dreams
and he sang until there was nothing left of his voice
and Junsu thought the most beautiful sound to be heard was the silence that followed when the world could still taste his passion.
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I was in a weird mood :/ I still am
Thoughts/ [nice] Criticsm & critique are welcome
But I suppose I cant really stop you if you want to beat it down ^^;