I remember sitting beside a pigeon with a twisted and deformed leg, I was only child, but the fear and the thoughts still remain.
I have read some of your writings, all of which are quite wonderful. This most recent one seems to me interchangeable, the man being bird, the bird being man.
I hope you don’t mind, but I will continue to read, its all very interesting, especially to me.
it's been quite a while since even i've been through these old journals of mine. but i'm sure to return to them again soon as my bloodletting comes and goes with the seasons of my life.
most of my entries are friends only but there are a few public ones. and pain's journal in particular still gets a laugh out of me after all of this time.
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I have read some of your writings, all of which are quite wonderful. This most recent one seems to me interchangeable, the man being bird, the bird being man.
I hope you don’t mind, but I will continue to read, its all very interesting, especially to me.
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shades indeed cast no shadows.
but when we've lost all else, what have we left but our defiance?
you know how to use your words.
make a war of them and the world will listen.
not for friends of for glory.
for justification.
sanctify your ghostly lamentation.
there are no friends. there are only allies. use them wisely.
i appreciate your compliments.
from some time ago, now.
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and who might you be?
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most of my entries are friends only but there are a few public ones.
and pain's journal in particular still gets a laugh out of me after all of this time.
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