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“Stop saying that!”
“You know that’s the truth.”
“No, it’s not! Please, give me a chance.”
“No...”
“Why?”
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“To a new life.”
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"where?"
"everywhere"
"who?"
"Mathew"
"and?"
"Me"
"who else?"
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"Dead?"
"Dead"
"feeling?"
"satisfaction"
"Feeling?"
"Happiness"
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"Yes."

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44. Two Roads

by ~takusan-no-ai, Apr 13, 2008, 8:28:03 PM
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Two roads stood in front of me, both signifying either good or bad. On Memory Lane, the road divides, the dark side tempting me with its dark character, leading me into the terrible memories of my past; the brighter side, the one with the fonder memories pulls me away before I can walk into the deep abyss of my past.

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Partially reason why my screenname is the way it is: because I was going down Memory Lane. But I lost the poem that I had in my Buddy Info for AIM.

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~Blaze44 Apr 14, 2008

really well done.

~takusan-no-ai Apr 14, 2008

thank you, and thanks for the fav

~Blaze44 Apr 15, 2008

your welcome!

~mode-de-vie Apr 14, 2008 Student Writer

This is very deep... it makes you think. And gives a very good perception of who you are as a person.

Nicely done.

~takusan-no-ai Apr 14, 2008

Thank you. I think it may have been at a time I was choosing between living in my past mistakes, or moving foward and not letting the past affect me. Thanks for the comment

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