Total chaos is in the eyes of the beholder. Smoldering brick and ashen plater walls crumble down Tension so thick you can grab it A fist full of daisies and violets Turgid with the absorption of poisoned waters I will fight no more forever.
I was going to update on Wednesday morning as soon as I got home, but for the first time in my life I decided it would be better to sleep (3 hours of sleep in 56 hours is not healthy
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The following poem is a joint effort. I originally differentiated between the two parts by italicizing the lines that were not my own and leaving my phrases in regular text. Unfortunately LiveJournal hates my guts. Anyway, enjoy
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Although it may not be 100% true, it sounded pretty nice resonating in my ears. I definitely noticed confidence in my walk and force behind every push of the heel. I felt in control today.
"His heavy footsteps sounded on the polished wood floor, and with an air of disdain, knocked three times on the intimidating door of teak
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