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hate me for me, rather than love me for who i cannot be! cowardess
Tear me apart instill in me your pain
For I will bear it for you
on life
If growing up means giving up childish ways; forever a child then I will remain! on love
Do you think I would let something as dull, as you trying to kill me stop me from loving you? Satiety (Sa*ti"e*ty)
The state of being satiated or glutted; fullness of gratification, either of the appetite or of any sensual desire; fullness beyond desire; an excess of gratification which excites wearisomeness or loathing; repletion; satiation. "In all pleasures there is satiety." Hakewill. "But thy words, with grace divine Imbued, bring to their sweetness no satiety." Milton.
Synonyms -- Repletion; satiation; surfeit; cloyment. truths
Why is it that the passionate are so passionless? Oops
There is no man, however wise, who has not at some period of his youth said things, or lived in a way the consciousness of which is so unpleasant to him in later life that he would gladly, if he could, expunge it from his memory. Marcel Proust | Be my drug Tuesday. 8.30.05 3:19 am  Be my drug and I will worship you. I will destroy my being to have you running in my veins. Do you not yet comprehend that you are my need. My gullet is dry, lips cracking; but yet I can so vividly remember your taste. I have never pretended to being anything other than an addict. And all I have required is never to be asked to change. So as I am on bended knees hear me, be my drug and I will worship you. Comment! (0) | Recommend! (1) Monday. 8.29.05 12:32 pm i'm amazed by you! Comment! (4) | Recommend! before i see the sun Sunday. 8.28.05 4:29 pm The time has come for me go to where nightmares lurk. I've put it off, but cant no more tomorrow I must work. Yet before my eyes enjoy the rest they so long fully deserve. Just let me say to all awake "till purpose gives new birth". Comment! (1) | Recommend! that; that is sleeping Sunday. 8.28.05 9:43 am Awaken in me the child, for I yearn for ignorance. Ignorance to see the beauty of nature; Ignorance that makes it impossible for me to judge. Awaken in me the child, for I yearn to be powerless. Powerless to send men to their deaths; Powerless to influences the minds of others to suit my own. Awaken in me the child; for I yearn to question. To Question the decision I am directed to make; To Question the norms the world creates. But most of all; Awaken in me the child, for I yearn to love. To Love the simplicities of touch that are so often derogated; To Love the feel of presence even if that is all that is offered. Comment! (2) | Recommend! a kiss Friday. 8.26.05 10:59 pm Shunned by the world; so I hide. Longing though for that I cannot comprehend. My walls are high; defenses profound. Yet in constant dread is my stance. I pray for a hero, sent for me alone. I long for an angel of centuries old. For though meaningless my existence is, I fear death just as I fear your kiss. Comment! (1) | Recommend! you Friday. 8.26.05 1:23 am You enchant me with your scorn of my beliefs, You entice me to experience what I refuse to feel. Though disdain and contempt are all you offer, I hang to each word as an addict savours the last drops of the nectar of his drug. You have uncreated what took forever to create, Yet as much as I hate you I love more still. Comment! (0) | Recommend! |
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