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[griff_highwind]

It was a voice now that whispered into her ears, a hand that clung onto her shoulder. As close to her as her shadow, looming over and trying to blot out the light. It was that which spoke of failure, of worthlessness, of abandonment. Of tears, of loss, of spite, of uselessness. Etheral... yet as real as her own hand. An extension of herself, and

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[contingoangelus]

"For this voice of ours, it allowed us to see what we wanted to see, what it wanted us to want to see. And this voice, this ever-constant guidance spoke of failure, of loss, of hate. It spoke of tears and screams and silence. The voice told us of everything we already knew...

...yet many still fell victim to it.

And then there were the brave ones. The soliders who fought the voice, although it returned to fight back. The soliders told the voice they knew this, yet did not need it. Soliders wanted it, too, but also knew they did not need it, and therefor was not right. Was not essential and guiding. It was befalling. The soliders fought back to the wonderous voice. The voice told them what they already knew...

...and the soliders maimed its confidence."

~Azar Azoulas, 'Bravery Kept to Unkeep: Book 1'

[smam]

*hugs*

P.S. I saw this and it made me think of you:

http://community.livejournal.com/letsgetgraphic/989.html#cutid1

There's a Cid icon in that batch that makes me giggle. XD

And no worries, you have more strength than you realize :P Just have faith in yourself! I'm here anytime you neeeeed someone to talk to. *nodnod*

[dinsengos]

eek! Aw, dear.. I'm sorry I havn't been keeping up with all of this. You should have my number (ahem, should, not do. I know you lose things hehe ^.^) You are a very strong person and never forget that. You've helped me smile when things were bad. I'll try to contact you later. Be strong my dear and know that there are many that care about you. much love.