Sucker Love

[Silenced Sonix]

You're still up to it... Good stuff, though.

[prostrel]

[quote]Originally posted by Echoed
[b]What's left when one is not worth to love, to be loved?

Me.

Comforting to know! Now there is an ease in my soul. I don` t even know, where that highest bridge is...

We should laugh. Laugh with me, would you? It would make me smile.

I can laugh with you (with a single tear in the corner of my eye). Laugh is my other nature. And the third one is... Is there better place than Laugh, when you want to hide or escape? It`s my best hide-out.

[Silenced Sonix]

Gods, we're getting nice and soppy here, aren't we...

[prostrel]

Oh, I found an other place to escape, it`s called Writing. I envy those who can write. They can ease themselves by writing. We others who can`t write, just have to use other methods like cursing, drinking our heads off or hurting other people and reassuring ourselves that it makes us to feel better. But thank God, we have at least 1 good method left: to listen Tatu and discuss them (in a good company).

[Silenced Sonix]

Hopefully the conversation doesn't just center around bust-line measurements...

[nath]

you have something of very beautiful in your йcriture..Echo... I adore your style..vraiment.. I don't know why I like a book or not, with my head... I know it because the writing touches me or not... and your writing touches me..continue always to write.

[Echoed]

prostel, I'd have to agree. Writing is fantastic. ^-^ I'm a terribly happy person though. LOL. I write sheer fiction all the time. ^_^' Eep.

So, Silent... What's YOUR bust-line measurement? *Waggles eyebrows.* Ahem. Let's try to stay on topic. *Laughs.*

Ah, merci, nathalie! J'apprйcie bien tes mots. ^_^

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This

There's this unspeakable heaviness in my ribs. I can't
stop from tearing up. Moist cheeks ripped apart. And I can't
understand why it rushes by me with such intensity. Only to
leave me breathless and aching in the following seconds. I
don't know what to think, I don't want to think. This is
something that I hate, but that I want to live again. Only
because it is different. I want to be different. But I'm not. I'm
just another pair of blind eyes in a sea of mouthless hearts. I'm
another mistake. That most perfect flaw.
23rd of November, 2002

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Golly gee, I'm recycling old stuff. I'm like t.A.T.u.! *Gasp!* (Not really. ^_^' Just kidding. Don't kill me! *Pops in everything t.A.T.u.-related to listen to for the 32409th time.* :P The music is addictive. So sue me. Well, don't really, I'm broke poor. -_-)

~Echo.

[Silenced Sonix]

GHAAARGH! Bustl;ines! I'm a guy - I don't have that type of bustline! *runs around and ends up with head stuck in closet door* Hmm, now I have to come out of the closet, unfortunately...