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Post by al'Lan Mandragoran on Aug 17, 2004 17:33:25 GMT -5
I used to live here with you, before you tore it apart Don't know why you left but I still live in the rubble
We used to be happy, here What happened to our love? I'll never get to know it's been a year since you left my door
I'm just another f**king resident another worthless precedent I'm only takin' up the space ever since you left this place
I saw her at a movie my best friend and my old whore Appears they don't need me anymore I got screwed, just like before
I didn't pay the bill, sitting in the dark roof still leaks, but not like my heart
Yeah! I'm just ANOTHER f**kING RESIDENT another WORTHLESS PRECEDENT I'm only taking up the space...... ever since, ever since you left....this place
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Post by Nynaeve al'Meara on Aug 17, 2004 22:07:33 GMT -5
Interesting choice of vocabulary. I like it Lan. It seems more real this way.
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Post by al'Lan Mandragoran on Aug 18, 2004 23:01:38 GMT -5
Well, if you've seen me other stuff, I'm not one to censor my words. It's all what I feel and how it comes out. Besides, when you are left by someone, and have always been left by all the girls you date, you're bound to have a little narcisistic rage pent up....and it all shows in my writing....
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Post by Nynaeve al'Meara on Aug 19, 2004 1:58:43 GMT -5
It happens. But don't let it bother you too much. The female world in general is pretty fickle. I once heard someone say "I'll never trust anything that can bleed for seven days and not die." That's pretty sound advice if you ask me.
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Post by Rauru on Aug 19, 2004 13:04:26 GMT -5
Very interesting Lan.
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Post by al'Lan Mandragoran on Aug 19, 2004 17:13:41 GMT -5
Well, I just write stuff Rauru...I suppose, Nynaeve. But I never really let it bother me. Of course, some wounds never heal....
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Post by Nynaeve al'Meara on Aug 19, 2004 19:23:21 GMT -5
I think you forgot who you were talking to for a second there Lan. Some wounds never heal? [glow=yellow,2,300]lol[/glow]
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Post by al'Lan Mandragoran on Nov 13, 2004 14:53:46 GMT -5
No I remember, but I'm speaking of wounds of the heart, love
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