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Post by xToTheENDx on Jan 19, 2008 18:04:33 GMT -5
Dedicated to Mikey.
His is the art of being able to sing when the entire world is silent. His is the art of being serene when all around is madness. His is the art of being able to love when all he receives is hate. His is the art of happiness in the midst of terrible pain. His is the art of feeling the wind, the subtleties of life. His is the art of paying attention to a whisper when so many people are yelling. His is the art of trying to fit in though he is made to stand out. His is the art of not complaining when he has so much to lash out about. His is the art of enjoying life, the simplest of things. His, my brother, is the hardest art, a painting written on his life, His is the art of darkness. ------------------ Written yesterday.
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Post by Jesse on Jan 21, 2008 16:59:55 GMT -5
cooooooooool.
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Post by xToTheENDx on Jan 21, 2008 18:18:39 GMT -5
Thanks.
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Post by hollywood on Feb 9, 2008 1:08:34 GMT -5
Again, totally awesome! I'd kill to write like you, Sarah!
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Post by xToTheENDx on Feb 9, 2008 12:08:10 GMT -5
Aw, thanks. ^.^
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