| After school, waiting for my love to get out of Theatre practice. |
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Satan's Marionette.Gravity's nothing to the weight I feel, Nothing is sacred, nothing is real. Dreaming, Screaming, Trying to wake; However, to stir would be a mistake.Satan's Marionette.
This dream is far better than outside it seems. I'd rather be tossing and turning in dream, Than face all the torment and heartache that lies, Beyond the grasp of the slumbering eye.
While I sleep, my strings are above, Pulled by the radiant Author of Love. Dancing along to the will of the master, Happily ridding myself of disaster.
When I awake, my strings fall below, Down to the place where the m
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Why so serious?
*huggle*
C:
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I would appreciate any pointers you can give me on my art and photography!
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Searching for inspiration from daily life.
Always willing to give new things a try.
~written-from-within
Renee
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