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[04 Sep 2007|03:17pm] |
Does this darkness have a name?
This cruelty, this hatred?
How did it find us?
Did it steal into our lives,
or did we seek it out and embrace it?
What happened to us, that we now send our
children into the world like we send young men to war?
Hoping for their safe return,
but knowing that some will be lost along the way.
When did we lose our way?
Consumed by the shadows.
Swallowed whole by the darkness.
Does this darkness have a name?
Is it your name?
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[04 Sep 2007|03:22pm] |
I love everything about Tyler Durdan,
His courage and his smarts. His nerve.
Tyler is funny and charming and forceful and independant,
and men look up to him and expect him to change their world.
Tyler is capable and free, and I am not
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[04 Sep 2007|03:24pm] |
It's not suppose to be this way.
The artists, and the scientists, and the poets - none of them fitted in at 17.
We're suppose to get passed it.
Adults - they see kids killing kids, and they know it's a tragedy because they used to be those kids - the bullies, and the beaten, and the loners.
We're supposed to get passed it.
You're supposed to live long enough to take it back.
Just take it back...
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[04 Sep 2007|11:21pm] |
I'm always here
I've walked you home
and headed for my own
until again i'm needed
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