Second Home
Discovery of the SelfHeavy storms and striking rain. I close my eyes against the pain. I look to you, and see the same Thing I saw as I asked in vainDiscovery of the Self
For your help, support, a shoulder to cry on Becoming a final bed to die on. A turned back, a broken oath, We’re off the track, you and me both.
So now I have to stand alone, And face the future, still unknown I’ll face the storms and I’ll endure And fight that my mind can stay pure.
I look around and start to ask, Why have I been given this task? And I begin to wonder, even now That alone, w
The Chronicles of Silly Jo IJo was a silly character, often getting himself into difficult situations and rarely being able to get himself out of them again. He often embarrassed himself around a lot of people, especially around women and strangers, and never seemed to know the right thing to say at any time. This made for quite a stressful existence, so you can imagine the relief he felt when he ended up getting invited to a big party.The Chronicles of Silly Jo I
Jo turned up at the party with the offering of beer that he had come to understand was customary for these events. He gets to the door and pulls out his wallet and…oh no! He seems to have forgotten his invitation. But
Avez une bonne Noel. Or else....
Hungry
So yeah, 46 minutes, 15 replies once I'd finished, and the final person was ~Darnal so a big congratulations to him for some reason. I wish i could say more, but i'm tired and my hand hurts, so off i go to bed. 
Why don't you join the poetry contest from [link] ?
It's free and every nitwit such as myself who enters gets a small gift
but someone like you might win one of their $10 000 or $100 000 prizes.
hope your new year was ok though!
lauren
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All hail the one who will lick your face, and possibly steal your slippers...
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quasi una fantasia
kinky boots
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~alli the fishie~
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Les é
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