

MeArt is the window through which my talent shines forth. Though it is often overshadowed, it still luminates within the darkness known as my life. The solution can only arise when the window is broken and I can allow the shards to bleed forth creativity. That is the only thing that makes the darkness bearable. The scars are hidden amongst my smiles and laughter. The tears do not serve a purpose anymore. My existance is of extreme nothingness to everyone I cross paths with. More than often, I am brushed aside and forgotten. The false hope of acceptance eventually breeds true depression. The thingsMe
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The world speaks using thousands of languages, but it only see things in one language...ART!
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I'm back on MySpace so hit me up
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I laugh in the face of Death! ... Maybe not laugh...more like a quiet snicker. And I wouldn't do it directly in Death's face, so it's more like a quiet snicker behind Death's back.
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File this under imagination, comma, lack of.
-Doctor Who
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Hurt heals, chicks dig scars, and the glory is forever. KKJ
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"When you aren't able, stay at home!"
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