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I pick an apple from the rip tree. Crunch. Its sweet juice flows in my mouth, its skin still wet with dew. Seemingly untouched: perfect. Slowly I sit down upon the soft, green grass. All rocks around me are smooth and rounded: flawless. I lay on my back, nothing to disturb me. The cool, clean breezes calm me as the sun beats down. Warmth and cold seem to counteract and work together, creating perfection. The trees surround me, alive and dense. Green and tall, they hover over me, protecting. I hear the flowing stream, and as I walk towards it I see my reflection. Its clear, glassy surface is beautiful, with small, peaceful


We Jump Let’s run together, off this world, Into our own place. Far from people and their rules, Leave without a trace. &nbsWe Jump


ReleaseReleaseRelease
What is it? It has no real shape. A way of human punishment, Or The Great Escape? When it’s in one’s presence, They can feel it so. A lump stuck in your throat, So hard to swallow. The worst of all is right when, It doesn’t quite choose you, But possesses someone very close,
Just as a preview. It toys within you, Right within your mind. An unseen option, Of the most appealing kind. The pure strength that it seems to take, To deny this tempting bid, Doesn’t prevent the second course, When quickly life is forbi


"Nowhere to Go"I am nothing I am no one No one to love No one to please I am the shadow which passed like the breeze Beneath these scars on the surface I serve no purpose Beneath it all, my memories are hidden I've had my friends, I've had my ways I've had my trends I've seen better days Deep, to my heart These scars go deep Deep inside, I can not help but weep Inside of others, I see myself Like the sacrifice awaiting it's death at the altar I feel myself falter Like the one about to hang, looking upon the rope I have lost all hope Like the beg"Nowhere to Go"
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Un suicide élégant est l'oeuvre d'art finale
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Un suicide élégant est l'oeuvre d'art finale
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c'est important de rire avant d'être heureux, pour le peur de mourir sans avoir ri.
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member of the Ngāi Tahu.
He ora whakapiri, he mate whakatakariri
There is strength in unity, defeat in anger.
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"There are two kinds of people in the world. Those who divide people into two kinds of people, and those who don't. Which are you?"
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For great tips on photography check this news article: [link]
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The twist is that you're just like me
You need company, you need human heat
You need human heat
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