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And so am I.
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| Simple cognitions of spell-bound defense could protect her temporarily, moments at a time. But, gazing out the colorless panels of glass, the presented landscape poised in a frozen shock, like everything else. If not the scenery that did it, and for whatever the reason, the woman, with her bare hands and feet lay down next to the weak wooden chair she had sat in seconds ago, and closed her eyes. And then, whatever the reason, she switched off the brightness in her pitch-black mind, and slowly, the cadaver of hers dissolved rightly into the floorboards, negotiating with God. |
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- Current Residence: Alaina's PANTS
- Interests: You *wink*
- Favourite movie: The Cake Eaters
- Favourite band or musician: Sufjan Stevens, The Bird and the Bee, The Fray... etc.
- Favourite genre of music: Indie
- Favourite artist: Van Gogh, Salvador Dali
- Favourite style of art: Realism, Traditional, Photography
- Operating System: Alaina
- MP3 player of choice: Zune
- Favourite cartoon character: ALAINA
- Personal Quote: "It was a convincing lie of a life, locked away in a cage."
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