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Subject: [brown paper packages tied up with string...] (hehe. i use a song!)

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Frozen Dreams

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Date Posted: 11:12:34 12/24/02 Tue
In reply to: Self Inflicted Pain 's message, ""Frozen Dreams..."" on 09:45:27 12/23/02 Mon

Frozen Dreams
The concern in her eyes flares his temper even more, and the anger seeps out of his eyes and across his countenance, barely slowing itself as he tries to reign it in. soon his entire body quivers with it, and the effort to suppress it. He stamps down hard on the broken leg, defiantly almost. I am not a child! the grey matter screams in his ears. but he doesn't utter it aloud, instead he pulls himself back onto the path, as carefully and gracefully as he can before fixing his stormy lamps on her own, and giving his response.

Fine.

the one syllables is all he can manage and it drips with rage and defiance and his token arrogance. not dancing on the wind with the other spoken words, but sinks to the ground and beyond with the burden of it's weight.

f r o z e n | d r e a m s
Dreams never fade, but evolve in the frigidity of solitude

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Self Inflicted Pain
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Date Posted: 11:18:32 12/24/02 Tue

"I worked so hard, and yet so far... in the end, it doesn't even matter," the lyrics played over and over in her mind, until she could no longer stand them. Shaking her head sharply, the mare finally blotted the words out.

(This is the last post I can do tonight. If you'd like to know more, just look under the post "Malussinn". *Player waves* Ta-ta for now! I'm most likely going to return at night.)