Beginning again...

My mountain crumbling, i hold on to what i can as i begin fumbling to the fall, i give no fear, i wish the rest to what i hold near the distance is awe inspiring, time almost still, the ending i'm never desiring fragile is every part that made my mountain

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On the Road

I rather hold your stunning rose of mystery instead of watching my own fragile misery our bond is bound to forge my uncertainty i simply refuse...

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Canon

Far at great heights or deep depths it knows no boundaries the repetitive chimes and tolls resonate through my whole like an earthquake that shakes the world to the very core it does the same to my very heart and soul the tune so fragile

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Guro Challenge #9: Skeleton/Bones

He took one step closer, and stopped, shocked, as he saw what she held; fragile pieces of bone and cartilage, wrapped in shrivelled sticky membrane.

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Mask

Like, fav and whatever :p i wear a mask, upon my face to hide away my realself from those both close and far away i cannot show them myself i lock my feelings deep inside deep inside my soulself tie the string to hold the mask that hides my fragile

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Storm Spotted (Welded Sunset)

~ "consideration.", the condor stalled as she peered over the fragile length of each of her wings. ~ "your call, gliding bird. we need to know within minutes."

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Pages From a Dog’s Diary #2

She noticed me in that moment and spoke to me, but her voice was so tiny and fragile, i could not make out any words. when the door had closed behind her, i walked into the garden, but i soon stopped.

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Atando Cabos (Connecting the Dots) part 3 final

Hosbord not let his chance to escape and at the first attempt owned his fragile body and savor the sweet life. but this did not last for fucking.

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Reflecting...

I'm not immortal in thought, fragile glass makes up most of my choices delusion filled with intrusion guide even daydreams to wander among unknown voices i've been in a stagger lately since my footing fell short of worthwhile the limp goes well with my

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Ashen Echoes

The madness screamed and cried in the minds of the children, it prattled and it rattled, it danced in their fragile glass minds, in glass minds of the children of those whom called themselves humanity.

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Alone

Satisfied, the voice within him, that cold, cruel voice - turned its malevolence on him, clawing at his fragile hold on his self image, confidence and his ability to write...

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