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-Christian-

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Date Posted: 01:43:42 09/29/02 Sun
In reply to: <~Eryn~> 's message, "<~stalks in~>" on 00:48:21 09/04/02 Wed

Ja, but the world revolves around people...When people fuck up, the world is fucked up...*Shifts slightly, putting the finishing touches on the tattoo* Ja, we can talk if you would like...I am always up for breaking something, you know that. *Smirks* Und...Nein...You did not put me in a bad mood. It is a long story, which I will tell you later.

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Date Posted: 22:49:39 09/29/02 Sun

We both have a story to tell... <~looks over her visable tat then searches for a mirror briskly to veiw her shoulder~> Christian, do you think nem really hates us? I know she hates me, i can feel it, but do you get the same feeling? I want to be a part of her life but, its not possible is it? I want a child again.... I want to be loved by my own blood. <~Tears race to dull ocean hued optics lining lids and sted fasting to painted eyelashes, makeup hides the ageing lines which took hold of her young face so soon, the pain eating away at her finally surfaceing in a blurt of stupid half thought out questions she knew no one could answer, or would even try, but release from the relentless pain spured them onward and now, realization of her outburst she grips her keys and turns tward the door slaping 3 hundreds on the counter~> Sorry.... <~short emotionless word flows quickly as hand streaches for teh door knob~>