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 Posted: Fri Dec 26, 2008 12:17 am
I wake up, it's a bad dream, No one on my side, I was fighting...
About me:  Name: Astrael (Ah-stry-el) Gender: Female Personality: Friends Aquiantances: Enemies
... But I just feel too tired, To be fighting, Guess I'm not the fighting kind.
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Posted: Fri Dec 26, 2008 12:18 am
I wake up, it's a bad dream, No one on my side, I was fighting...
My thoughts on things:
Favorites:
Color: Silver
Plant: Yarrow
Food: Apple
Song: Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata, 1st Movement
Book: The Crow
Instrament: The Lute and Lyre
Phrase: "It is only the darkness in our own hearts that will defeat us, in the end."
... But I just feel too tired, To be fighting, Guess I'm not the fighting kind.
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Posted: Fri Dec 26, 2008 12:19 am
I wake up, it's a bad dream, No one on my side, I was fighting...
My Story
... But I just feel too tired, To be fighting, Guess I'm not the fighting kind.
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Posted: Fri Dec 26, 2008 12:20 am
I wake up, it's a bad dream, No one on my side, I was fighting...
My songs:
... But I just feel too tired, To be fighting, Guess I'm not the fighting kind.
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Posted: Fri Dec 26, 2008 12:21 am
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Posted: Fri Dec 26, 2008 1:07 am
I wake up, it's a bad dream, No one on my side, I was fighting...
December 25, 2008:
Will you see me in the end
Or is it just a waste of time
Trying to be your friend
Just shine, shine, shine
Shine a little light
Shine a light on my life
And warm me up again
Fool, I wonder if you know yourself at all
You know that it could be so simple
I lay myself down
To make it so, but you don't want to know
You take much more
Than I'd ever ask for~
I was sung a song today, it brought my gaze back into the light of Music. It was called Kururu's Song, it was beautiful, I think it's melody was the only reason I came back to face my Night Music.
I was singing Bad Dream again Journal, I can feel the rythmn of the Lyrics in my heart, they match for now. But I was interupted by a male, who startled me, I must have looked like a spooked child... tail puffed up and everything. I can't help it. I don't want to be afraid of men, but after what /he/ has done to me, I don't know if its possible. Anyways, where was I? Ah yes... So I was scared, but he said my song was pretty. /HE/ said my songs where pretty too, but this male... he seemed pure somehow. He didn't even have a song of his own, nor did he know one, so I lent him one. I sang to him the song I skribbled down at the begining of this entry, and journal, he thanked me.
This male asked me if I had made the song my self! Me make a song? Never. Never again. /He/ loved it when I sang and wrote for him, but Journal, I hate him. I hate everything about /Him/, and as I could never give up singing, I shant write more songs. Its to painful... to tiring. Despite my fear of men, its hard to say, but I think I wish to see that male again. He was shy, and kind... the opposite of what I was before /him/. I must overcome my fear of him, I need friends in this new home, if I want to exact my revenge on that b*****d.
I will see to it journal. He will fall... I will find others like me, others who want to see /him/ fall as we have. /He/ broke my heart, our hearts... I must not let this overwhelm me, until my time for revenge comes, I will try to make it through...
Journal, this is where I end my lament. This man I met, I see innocent, something I no longer, and never had. We shall meet again, sure as music notes rise and fall in a song.
... But I just feel too tired, To be fighting, Guess I'm not the fighting kind.
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