Wednesday, July 1, 2009
defiance... Sitting alone, in the four corners of frustration... Oblivious of the deafening tears of silence... The menacing hours unearth senses of defiance... reins of fears... bliss of sadness... pampered hatred... hardened tears... Clinging under the umbrella of negations is the mistress of distress, but in her eyes illuminate a vigilant prism to undermine the glory of defeat. It's frustrations and failures... that sharpens the claws and fangs of our strength. ~mermaid~
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