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It
has been exactly one year since I started this xanga in hopes it would be a different
style of living for me, you know, people would realize I have changed.
And
I realized that this doesn’t have to be the thing that changes me. Nothing in
the World Wide Web can. So it seems that
I am having a better time than before. I learned what change was, and is, and
what I as a person am going to do about it. So this is kind of the end, but it isn’t. Not for me, only for this. It’s the end of
this beginning. I’m sure I’ll see you all later, and in due time. It’s been
emotional.
So
it goes.
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The shock hurt my head. At least, I thought it hurt. I
stood up and remember talking to the ambassadors. They told me that I was in the right
place. The sandy floor was strange to
touch, like velvet I had never felt before.
It was cool in the hollow tunnel, and it felt good. The scorching heat
in Miami was
terrible, but arriving here felt immaculate. I stepped into the sunlight with
my providers and there was a large open plain with red sands filling in the
large gaps between the rivers and plant life that inhabited this place. The trees, high and mighty, soaring and
palm-like, rose into the azure haze which stung my eyes. It was near night, and the sky would soon
darken, until the third sun arose. The
water was silvery midnight blue, flowing, like blood through the rocks and
pebbles, which were scattered across the red sands of the riverbed. The vegetation was scattered, like some
obscure African plain.
The building stood out like a lit match
in the night. Its giant silvery-metal
body stood 5,000 feet in the air. It was
supported by some base you could not see.
They led me into the centre of the structure, and I stepped into a white
marble atrium. There were white floors,
white columns that went as far as the eye could see. It was incredibly bright. I had to close my eyes for a few moments to
let them adjust.
I stood up and
Lifeasusual.
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I’ve come to
terms with the fact that she may never know any difference.
It’s like a
light in the city at night;
When you’re
right next to it, it is something special to you, but when you leave the city,
and look back, it’s just another light in the sea of luminosity that is the
cityscape.
I realize that
it may never matter, but for a while, I had all the light I needed.
Now, I’m just
outside the city, waiting, just waiting to leave forever.
I want my train to come.
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tell me what is wrong?
I think I died a little inside today, I can’t tell you why.
Dry your eyes mate;
I know it’s hard
to take but her mind has been made up.
There’s plenty
more fish in the Sea
Dry your eyes
mate;
I know you want
to make her see how much this pain hurts.
But you’ve got
to walk away now
It’s over.
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HALLELUJAH!
I’m DONE.
AND IT FEELS…SO.....
GOOD.
Ps, the music is
so appropriate.
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