Chronos ImperiumTime, the toy of the Fickle Fates of Old. Tempting me with the false hope of finding a "harbor". The Warmth of a Woman's arms, to shelter this storm-ravaged Mariner from the travicies of life. Many a time I have fallen for this trap, and each time losing more and more of myselfto this Malestrom around me. I wish to find peace, a solice of sanity in this cruel plane of existance called life. I dream of the day I can raise my head and find instead of mist and seaweed adorning my head, A Crown. Not one of Wealth or Power, but Ability to know the rare gift of finding someoneChronos Imperium
IsolatedI feel alone. Granted you both say"we're friends" I seem to be the one left out. While the two of you bond and become closer and closer, I stand alone waiting to be part of your group. I want to be closer to you two, to be able to tel you all my secrets and know they'll be held dear. But I feel that all either of you hear is ramblings that will fall onIsolated
Deaf Ears I wish with all my heart to be something of value to you both. To be someone to depend on to be trusted to belong. I want to be of worth to those I call My Friends. this has kept me
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Fucking Pissed
Pissed Off
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