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Meanwhile she's coldly interrogating me with her eyes. She's definitely in charge of this house and this moment. This must be Chloe. She escorts me to a table full of people and presents me. She introduces them briefly. This one's from Morocco, that one from Italy, he's Persian--I'm not exactly sure what that means--this one's from "the UK." They're all in their twenties, poised and dismissive. They don't know or care who I'm supposed to be at home or where I went to school. They're measuring something else I can't see and don't understand. They nod and turn back to each other. They seem to be waiting for a cue from Chloe to release them from having to feign interest. She introduces herself at substantially more length. Her father is Chinese and her mother is Swiss; she grew up in Hong Kong and "in Europe." I grew up in Michigan and in Michigan. But she didn't ask.

Me: I am very busy now. Can you please excuse me for few minutes? She: Oh ok. But why are you sweating all over your body? Me: I am very busy, that is why. I am dreaming extra-large dreams.

Memories come back... the whole beginng comes out with a new end.

Me myself is enough to manage.

me ... no me .. gone is gone , and i'm gone .. alone is alone .. it's so bad to feel alone , but i'm alone .. me , no more .. no more exist , but i don't exist , not anymore ! Good morning

Misunderstanding me probably means that I am Alien. (As far from here I can tell you sounds pretty interesting Theory... - DeYtH Banger is Alien. I like it!)

Most people will say that this story which I told "It's not a happy"... doesn't exist, but sorry it exist. I made in normal age, like 10 or 14 years old to can be saw the drama, if it was baybe, the baybe will cry, won't it? The age which I put the girl was the perfect, teenager in the same time, mother which is lost which will mean she has died... her father with a strange past still a mystery.

My eyes always keep searching, for something inexpressible, above the far away sky. I long to get lost, inside the evening-twilight. Silence always tickles me — in a strange way; I meet “me” in the time between sunset and darkness.

Nature is my first love. She always hold me in her arms.

My friends, life is so serious that if you are not aware of whom you are, your "youniversity" will be prestigious but unknown!

Nilipozaliwa nilipendwa na kuogopwa, watu walicheza na mimi lakini mimi sikucheza nao. Niliwapenda.

On Not Finding You at Home Usually you appear at the front door when you hear my steps on the gravel, but today the door was closed, not a wisp of pale smoke from the chimney. I peered into a window but there was nothing but a table with a comb, some yellow flowers in a glass of water and dark shadows in the corners of the room. I stood for a while under the big tree and listened to the wind and the birds, your wind and your birds, your dark green woods beyong the clearing. This is not what it is like to be you, I realized after a few of your magnificent clouds flew over the rooftop. It is just me thinking about being you. And before I headed back down the hill, I walked in a circle around your house, making an invisible line which you would have to cross before dark.

Nobody seems to know which came first; egg or chicken – except of course for agents of the Time Saving Agency – who can find out anything about, well – anything. The only trouble is, they aren’t talking – however, you can take it from me – they know. The answer to these and other puzzles are kept safe and secure behind fire-walls and thick security doors secured with, er – time-locks, where one could possibly find answers to many other troubling questions, and not all of them necessarily relating to chickens.

No matter what I feel, I hold the assurance that God never leaves me.

Now... now I am like you... - Repeating (Can't Recall Information) - Self-Destructive (Behavior) - Zombie - NON conclusive Creature

Off... my mom is again home, it's really fucked up I can't talk... however I finished watching Limitless the series so now I'm going on "Lie to Me"!

Only write a story that only you can write.

Or because they hope these walls of books will deaden the drumming of the demon in their ears

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Prior to my first voyage at sea, my father advised me to always get to know the cooks. Sometimes I’d step in and wash pots and pans or help lift a heavy case of something. It worked on my first voyage and still did now. Many times I’d help carry boxes of food and store their contents in the pantry. So after dropping a few hints, the cooks did me a favor and put out a box containing milk, butter, cocoa, sugar and flour. This acquisition was for the rich chocolate brownies that Ann would make for me to bring back to the ship. They must have been the most delicious brownies since everyone, including the cooks, expected me to bring them some. When I got to the galley, I could see the box they had prepared for me sitting on a counter, but I was looking through a heavy wire mesh securing the area, and the only access door had one of the big brass government locks on it. For a fleeting moment, I thought that I would not be able to get the precious ingredients that were so near and yet inaccessible, but it didn’t take long for me to figure out that I could climb over the top where a section of the mesh was missing. It took some gymnastics, but I was young and agile enough to get in and out with the box, without leaving any evidence of the entry. When I think of some of the chances I took for the most ridiculous reasons, I’m surprised that I ever made it to graduation, but everyone counted on me to deliver the brownies and I wasn’t about to let them down. I later found out that the cooks purposely left the galley unlocked for me, but then someone on the security watch took it upon themselves to lock it. Who knows?

Search in the sys. You already know how to find me!

RSL has more star-liners than any other company, and covers every commercial route in known space. Demeter is one of the biggest, carrying up to 4500 passengers and crew at any single point on its never-ending, circular cruise around the Terran Empire. And me? Where do I fit in? My name is Sean Lange, and you will probably have never heard of me. It’s sad somehow, I always wanted to leave some kind of a legacy in this life, and perhaps to be remembered. Instead, circumstances have arranged it so that this is probably the last time I will ever use that name.

She: Why do you seek me? He: Because you seek me. She: Where will this take us? He: On the journey called 'life.' She: What will we find in this journey? He: The meaning of life. Conversations, Avijeet Musafir Das

She can't possibly be me, though she moves when I move

She: Why do I miss you? He: You miss the concept of 'me.' She: What do you mean? He: I reside in an abode where your thoughts imagine me. She: And what about me? He: You reside in my heart where the ventricles camouflage my longing. ~ Conversations, Avijeet Musafir Das

She: Why was there a distance between you and me? He: Distance makes us realize how much we miss someone. She: Did you realize that? He: I did. She: How much did you miss me? He: Every breath of mine had your name in it!

Some day the road that you choose will be your destiny The hope and the anxiety you grasped tightly Will surely move you and me, because it will become a light

So... they banned me!

Sometimes, I am my own worst enemy.

Sometimes I found it hard to believe that the person in the mirror was me.

So the probability I'm not there..., but you want I to be there opps so sorry I can't be but you can make a discussion with my books and if you want more just P.M. - That's how it works and It will work.

Take me to your darkest corners and watch your demons surrender to mine..

Speak to me: I will spend my lifetime trying to understand you.

Stop saying that. If you are weak, then what am I? I can't hold onto anything, because I don't even see myself. This is the punishment for evading everything. Afraid to be rejected. A coward who is overly sensitive to the sorrounding reactions. I don't even notice if no one points it out. "You must be very sad". Compared to anyone, compared to anything else, I don't understand myself the most.

Tattoos made my skin more 'me.' -Melissa Maxwell

Tell me on why to be serious? After all, nobody is serious GreenHollyWood, get it?

The destiny of you and me is written, Yes it is written…!

The character who was like me he died at 46, even it was 2008 year so far his name was David Foster Wallace.

The me I am is not the me I was.

There are quiet rooms inside of me, and you are the first person I've given a map to.

The Most fucked up language which I have ever encountered is Bulgarian. (I hate the way it sounds)

The orange of the golden carp appeared at the edge of the pond. . . . We watched in silence at the beauty and grandeur of the great fish. Out of the corners of my eyes I saw Cico hold his hand to his breast as the golden carp glided by. Then with a switch of his powerful tail the golden carp disappeared into the shadowy water under the thicket.

The sky inside my head never turns blue. It if forced to stay red. By the demon, who is yellow inside me.

This is my year. The year I will matter. The year I will take care of me. The year I will conquer my fears. The year I will feed my soul as well as my pleasures. It’s a year that does not end after 365 days. It will never end because I will never quit trying to be better.

The world around me was oblivious, but for once, I felt absolute

This ME made whole by combining countless fragments could not live in any one part with complete ease.

This is what I most humbly feel, If you do not love me, history will!

Warcraft as a film suprises me a lot of and I really like it.

To understand me you should reach my level at my game, so far you are somewhere down I am above.

Unsettled, a bird lost from the flock -- Keeps flying by itself in the dusk. Back and forth, it has no resting place, Night after night, more anguished its cries. Its shrill sound yearns for the pure and distant -- Coming from afar, how anxiously it flutters! It chances to find a pine tree growing all apart; Folding its wings, it has come home at last. In the gusty wind there is no dense growth; This canopy alone does not decay. Having found a perch to roost on, In a thousand years it will not depart.