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Date Posted: 22:47:27 06/23/02 Sun
Author: Diablo
Author Host/IP: ak-d189.connections.net.nz / 202.154.128.189
Subject: [: one last breath :]
In reply to: Slade 's message, "..god forbid.." on 22:28:10 06/23/02 Sun

-- i can't wait, 'till i get home --

[: contemplation was evident amongst the pallid fawn of the porcelain countenance, the poignant twin spectrum peering curiously from 'neath the lingering lids, extensive lashes protruding .. providing an almost feminine touch to casual slouch of youth. Onyx hoodie was hugged close about the emaciated frame of teenager, the somewhat depressing emotions evident amongst the dreary way in which the adolescent struggled through her suffocating society. At male's latter statement, exasperated sigh was exhaled from the battling lungs, to escape the orifice, orbis lingering loyally 'pon the dreary gravel .. seeming to seek comfort within its unforgiving texture. She was a good imposter at the times like these .. she'd learnt to survive in the real world. Indeed, she had a life so similar to that of which the male explained .. a suffocating environment burened 'neath the heavy expectations of the occupants. Personally, if it was her, she would escape to the haven of her bedroom .. listen to the somewhat depressing punk music .. write her own lyrics .. contemplate those of admired bands to which she could relate. Yet, fraud was the decision she made, just like every other time .. momentary pause taken to gather her composure as the limp form once more uplifts the crania to lock haunting visualties with those of appealing male :]

Umm...let's try The Pit

-- to pass the time in my room alone --

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..here we go.. -- Slade, 22:59:17 06/23/02 Sun