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Created on 2005-05-10 00:33:44 (#7066060), last updated 2009-02-22
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| Name: | Barbed Freedom |
|---|---|
| Birthdate: | 1981-08-13 |
| Location: | United States |
Dreams cannot fill an empty stomach, but longing for them makes for a poor companion.
Excerpt -
"I want someone with cruelty in his eyes
And tenderness in his hands."
"I feel overwhelmed by the cracks in me. I just don't have enough cement."
"Oh, Hope, you demon whisperer in my ear, filling me with dreams..."
"If I must die for release,
then dying may come
but there has to be more than this."
"It is the idea of being a flower in a garden, protected by a gardener, where one can truly bloom. And it is irreplaceable."
"The dreaming is killing me."
"And if we lived in fantasy, would we dream of reality?"
"he made me thus with petty words
and insignificant phrases."
"Somewhere there waits for me a perfection of freedom bound tightly in chains."
Old Bio:
For the want of a will,
The chance was lost.
For the want of a chance,
The escape was lost.
For the want of escape,
The freedom was lost.
For the want of freedom,
The meeting was lost.
For the want of meeting,
The Master was lost.
For the want of a Master,
The Slave was lost.
And all for the want
Of a will to leave.
Excerpt -
"I want someone with cruelty in his eyes
And tenderness in his hands."
"I feel overwhelmed by the cracks in me. I just don't have enough cement."
"Oh, Hope, you demon whisperer in my ear, filling me with dreams..."
"If I must die for release,
then dying may come
but there has to be more than this."
"It is the idea of being a flower in a garden, protected by a gardener, where one can truly bloom. And it is irreplaceable."
"The dreaming is killing me."
"And if we lived in fantasy, would we dream of reality?"
"he made me thus with petty words
and insignificant phrases."
"Somewhere there waits for me a perfection of freedom bound tightly in chains."
Old Bio:
For the want of a will,
The chance was lost.
For the want of a chance,
The escape was lost.
For the want of escape,
The freedom was lost.
For the want of freedom,
The meeting was lost.
For the want of meeting,
The Master was lost.
For the want of a Master,
The Slave was lost.
And all for the want
Of a will to leave.
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