| My other passion, Photography. Nothing that I do MYSELF, but have a vast appreciation for. |
| My other passion, Photography. Nothing that I do MYSELF, but have a vast appreciation for. |


Counting To TenIn the midst of everything that exists There also exists a girl. She does what many others do. Concentrating too much on what was And not enough on what is Or what could be. And in the process Forgetting the simple truths That makes us real, living, Breathing human beings. With a soul and a heartCounting To Ten
That can reach and touch another.
What can she be named? That girl, who has ultimately Forgotten how to love...? It is more common now than ever Or so it seems. At least, in this life.
She has never fallen or stumbled On an


A Fine LineIt only took a few words To break the shaky ground Underneath her feet. Loosening her only hold On what was real And what she only wish she had.A Fine Line
'I'm sorry that I don't love you' Is what he said. 'I wish it wasn't this way' Was his explanation As if that made it okay And she would have to find her way through the darkness On her own.
Why couldn't he see that she was drowning? Losing herself in his eyes As he told her everything
She could never imagine him saying. It seemed like years has passed before She realized what sh


StigmaI remember when... Everything was simple Nothing was short of beautiful And there was something in me That used to draw you near. But now things are significantly different Constantly rotating And you say that I'm not the person I used to be. As if I'm here, but not here Far away, rather. At another place You can't reach. But what am I supposed to do When getting through to you Is a hopeless endeavor? When falling and standing For nothing, is the same thing? No matter how tightly I hold your hand You always slip through Leaving meStigma


Word Spill: TracksIt appears to be so... Only when people realize That there is something to behold, discover A hard surface to walk on Do their eyes open Beautifully aware But happily ignorant Skipping across the tracks Pleasantly Ignoring the sound of That speeding train behind them...Word Spill: Tracks
They continue And Simply take it all in Seeing that we are all people One living, breathing Damned society And there she is She, being just one Catastrophe Laid out, mangled Blown to bits between the train tracks Crushed by the heavy weight of steel ti
| Name: Nadia (not that it's any of YOUR business) Nicknames: Medoriko (devart name), ThunderCunt Artistic Style: Poetry Personality Trait: Bitch~ Fav Color: Black Usual Whereabouts: In real life, around WIU's campus, online NewAnimeLover, msn, or skype. Hobbies: Color Guard for WIU's Marching Band, being condescending <3 Longtime Girlfriend to DemonHellNoire (almost 3 years and counting) |
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So good, makes you wanna smack yo mama
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Aw, you actually thought I was a nice person. ~That's real cute.~
I have been in a SUCCESSFUL long distant relationship for 2 years and 9 months. Ergo, I am better than you. Though I already was <3 Kthnx
~ThunderCunt~
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So good, makes you wanna smack yo mama
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Aw, you actually thought I was a nice person. ~That's real cute.~
I have been in a SUCCESSFUL long distant relationship for 2 years and 9 months. Ergo, I am better than you. Though I already was <3 Kthnx
~ThunderCunt~
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Aw, you actually thought I was a nice person. ~That's real cute.~
I have been in a SUCCESSFUL long distant relationship for 2 years and 9 months. Ergo, I am better than you. Though I already was <3 Kthnx
~ThunderCunt~
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Aw, you actually thought I was a nice person. ~That's real cute.~
I have been in a SUCCESSFUL long distant relationship for 2 years and 9 months. Ergo, I am better than you. Though I already was <3 Kthnx
~ThunderCunt~
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