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To Live Is To Die
Contributed by
ElementZero
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Wednesday, 6th April 2011 @ 12:35:56 PM in AEST
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It comes a day when your black become gray, when your sunflower blonde becomes sun-bleached.
It comes a day when your eyes, brown, filled with curiousity and wonder of the world around you, become a black, so dried out and tired of this place.
It comes a day when your sex appeal and your supple lips become purple and bruised.
But I love to think when we go, finally, we live again, forgotten about our past lives, start anew again.
I love to think my gray locks can become black again.
I love to think I can run across the beach again, my feet bare as the skin I had the first night.
And my last night.
I love to think that really, I never quite die.
But then....
I flatlined.
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ElementZero
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2011-04-06 12:35:56]
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Re: To Live Is To Die
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by poeticjestix on
Wednesday, 6th April 2011 @ 04:07:52 PM AEST
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| you might as well try your best at this life. If there's another then you might learn something useful in the mean-time |
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Re: To Live Is To Die
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by Dezchapm on
Thursday, 7th April 2011 @ 08:34:09 AM AEST
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| u have a vary diff out look which is good. i think! |
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