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 Posted: Sun Dec 28, 2008 6:12 pm
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Posted: Mon Dec 29, 2008 12:11 pm
hey i'm Roza
would u mind if i asked u if i could be ur room mate?
my old room is being qurenteened for deadly mushroon and garlic infestation so i'm roomless*sigh*
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Posted: Mon Dec 29, 2008 5:41 pm
*walks to the door* Sure! That would be lovely. Nice to meet you. Call me Dark miss Roza. *opens the door wide open for you*
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Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2009 3:07 pm
thnx^_^
this is a vary nice room^^*sits stuff on a bed and unpacks*
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Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2009 5:26 pm
finishes unpacking and falls asleep
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Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2009 6:31 pm
*sits down at my bed and lays back looking at the stars through the glass*
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Posted: Tue Jan 06, 2009 11:56 am
*walks to piano, shits on stool, closes eyes and starts playing a vary old untytled peace by menory *
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Posted: Wed Jan 07, 2009 10:58 am
Dark listend to the wonderful music float through the room. And thinking of her past.
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Posted: Thu Jan 08, 2009 8:27 pm
*the song finishes with a slow sad town only fit for one end to the story: death* *sigh
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Posted: Thu Jan 08, 2009 9:13 pm
*two silent tears slide doun her face*
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Posted: Fri Jan 16, 2009 6:08 pm
*places 3 sheats of blank music paper and starts to compose a new song*
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Posted: Sat Jan 24, 2009 1:39 pm
*gets frushtrated when i hit a blank in my compoaing*sigh
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Posted: Mon Mar 16, 2009 8:17 pm
Gets off the bed and takes a shower.
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 4:38 pm
*lays on my bed and wishes i could fall asleep*
*sigh*
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Posted: Mon Oct 25, 2010 8:24 pm
Comes out the shower with just a towel around myself with my wet hair dripping a little on the floor. "Miss Roza! Why don't we sneak out and go to a club or something?!"
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