I cannot sit and write lately. Impatience has got it's grip around me.
I want this sudden writers block to dissapate.


poem 9.there we were. underneath the pale moonlight. both our eyes fixated on the glowing masterpieces right above us. (we used to read the stars like stories)poem 9.
now our hearts seem offbeat, and all we have left are awkward glances and uncomfortable whisperings.
the wind now hums a requiem. and the realization starts setting in that this modern love story has come to it's last chapter.
the pages go by quickly, and the moonlight's dying out.
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take an eye for an eye, turn your heart into stone, this is all i have lived for, this is all i have known 'Les Miserables'
keep it up
xx
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take an eye for an eye, turn your heart into stone, this is all i have lived for, this is all i have known 'Les Miserables'
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"O true apothecary!
Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die."
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"O true apothecary!
Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die."
thanks <3
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~Kittystalker
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<3 amanda
I really really love that photo.
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