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[crisis_angel]

I walk by this dead bird everyday on my way to work...and on my way back (obviously). I think about different things each time I walk by...normally it's more about how I wished I could be in that same exact position, open to anything, literally. It's vulnerability is already there, sprawled out on the grass where days before it breathed its last

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[tuna_or_die]

"I die in music, I live in music, I am music. I cry to it. I find a single note that sparks one piece of emotion that really can't be touched by anything else in the world

[crisis_angel]

Wanna know something funny? I actually had intentions for the beginning of this entry to be the response to your metaphor paragraph/essay question and I kinda kept going...so I ended up posting it on here because I knew it'd be to long to post as a comment.

And thank you for the comment. =)

You should get on messenger some time, dude.

Or AIM or whatever!!!

♥

[tuna_or_die]

alright....awesome possum. I shall try...i don't know how but..i will try.

[paper_clovers]

This was so interesting I read it twice. In all seriousness.

[crisis_angel]

I'm flattered. Thank you.

♥

[paper_clovers]

np :]