Within which to drown my soul
But put therein some drug designed
To banish woman from my mind." - John Keats
My sympathies, Mr. Keats. If it's not my closest friend I have on my mind it's those beautiful deep green eyes and adorable face.
There are so many other things I should be concerning myself with instead of women. Loneliness is such an irritating thing, it can't even be ignored. I'm afraid of going to sleep because I know I'll just lie there thinking.
If I think too much hell knows what these emotions, already so powerful, with metamorphose in to.
Edit: After some conversation I have also encountered an interesting issue. I have found a way to die which I am comfortable with. Picturing Rohane choking me to death I am surprisingly happy at the idea.





...in case you didn't know. Talk to meee.
<.<;
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"The man that hath no music in himself,
Nor is not mov'd with concord of sweet sounds,
Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils." - William Shakespeare
Come online! I miss you.
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"The man that hath no music in himself,
Nor is not mov'd with concord of sweet sounds,
Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils." - William Shakespeare
But you have to come online again, soon (if you can), I have to show you something.
And, I miss you.
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"The man that hath no music in himself,
Nor is not mov'd with concord of sweet sounds,
Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils." - William Shakespeare
I miss you and I also need to tell/ask you something.
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"The man that hath no music in himself,
Nor is not mov'd with concord of sweet sounds,
Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils." - William Shakespeare
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"The man that hath no music in himself,
Nor is not mov'd with concord of sweet sounds,
Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils." - William Shakespeare
I've been lazy with reading on here, but I'm done with my book...
So what's just as good, if not better?
Your stories.
*scampers on off to read for the night*
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"The man that hath no music in himself,
Nor is not mov'd with concord of sweet sounds,
Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils." - William Shakespeare
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