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Date Posted: 20:59:39 03/30/03 Sun
Author: Confetti
Subject: this lack of self-control : silly
In reply to: Confetti 's message, "[splash of color - just saw the 'happy' news]" on 22:00:29 03/29/03 Sat

And how do you know all this, True Evil? You think you know everything, don't you. Well you don't. I do love you, no matter what you say. You are just denying the face of possibly your last chance, but you know what? I don't care. I need you and don't need you at the same time, and it drives me crazy. I don't care about your past, and I don't want you to care about mine either. She watches him, her breath catching in her throat when she makes eye contact. How could she be so mean and heartless? How could she do any of this? I just want to huddle up in a corner of the earth and melt away into the ground. Evil... just... just don't tell me no.

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[> [> Hurt. -- True Evil, 21:05:50 03/30/03 Sun [1]

They stood with the impeding silence, the Arabian's mind racing with cruel thoughts. Why can't it be the way it used to be? When it was fun and carefree? When I could dart around the territory as a youth and pretend the war revolving around us wasn't occuring? I need someone who returns the love I feel for them. Everytime I try, it fails. How can I trust again? I'm not a risk taker, never was. But some things are worth taking the risk. Like wanting you. He manages to tear himself out of his train of thought, before saying the words that were so caught in his throat, "I have a mate." I have a mate? What the hell was that? So be it. He did have a mate. One that he could share politics with. One he could rule beside with. But what about the passion he so longed to feel? He could not honestly say that he shared any intimate momemts with Confetti nor Zolotaya. When would it start?


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