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Jan 22, 2005 09:21

The sky is much greyer in this story. Years ago, before Miranda ever took to the bottle, she was an aspiring musician. Her chords were always in perfect key, and people from all around would come to hear the girl with hair in half moons sing. They would sing along and succumb into her rhythms with manic dance. One day Jessica grew lost within this ( Read more... )

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a_lucid_dream_ January 22 2005, 19:28:32 UTC
Youve changed a lot...your style is more open it seems, or maybe ive just become smarter? I dont know, but youve changed...

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moniqueiscool January 22 2005, 20:44:02 UTC
i agree

there's more of a plot or structure i guess

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34lex34 January 23 2005, 04:55:04 UTC
i also agree.

and oh how i have missed you. :)

glad you're back.

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1xbabyx1 January 24 2005, 03:19:56 UTC
another one who agrees. i feel now like i get the whole picture instead of bits n pieces. worth the wait.

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beili January 22 2005, 19:59:47 UTC
Missed you ever so much, Molly!

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a_badseed January 22 2005, 22:11:06 UTC
I'm curious if you're a visual person when you construct your entries. Your stories would make for a nice collection of short films or graphic novels.
ciao bella

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chrisrin January 22 2005, 23:31:18 UTC
This entry really didn't do much of anything for me. lol.

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the way things are chunk0matic January 23 2005, 05:10:22 UTC
interesting, i can relate to both "Drake" and Miranda" this one did some weird things to me as far as memorys dragged out of the grave and fellings that have come out from the past to play on last time. thanx for the verse and hope the next is just as cool

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