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val freire
- nyc
- Last Record: 2012-12-22 07:11:11 -0500
- Joined: Jul 18, 2010
- http://far-eviler.com/
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She sleeps with a night-light every night
To keep the monsters at bay But when the power goes out one night She befriends them and wants them to stay |
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The problem with imaginary friends is... |
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Imaginary friends might not remember your birthday,
but they are always present. ;-) ( sorry! ) |
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My imaginary friend told me about her imaginary friend today. How childish.
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im constantly surrounded by ghosts of all my parallel possibilities.
a lot of them seem to be having more fun than me, but at least im the real one. i think.. |
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I went on an imaginary adventure with my imaginary friend today.
I imagine it was splendid. |
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I want you to be my imaginary friend
cause then we can be together. always. |
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I thought I want to be against you
and I became your opponent. I thought I want to be like you and I felt envy. I thought I want to be better than you and I be... |
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sometimes you meet someone new but they seem so familiar to you and that's when you realise, you've been friends all along.. just secretly... ^__^... |
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When I'm feeling blue, my friends make me laugh. And then I feel a whole rainbow of colors.
(I would love to see this visually:) |
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The problem with popularity is eventually you get lost in the crowd.
*Inspired by Imaginary Friends...much better with visuals, which I am working on. |
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She loved him to pieces. How fitting that that's all he would be reduced to in the end. Now fitting the pieces back together again will be up to whoever finds him (if they find him at all).
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Don't believe them when they tell you I'm crazy.
Because I'm not. There's nothing crazy about loving you. |
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When I was young I didn't know the difference between invisible and invincible,
but now I'm only too aware, because invisible is what I am and invincible is what I want to be. |
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And so, the monster chased the little girl, not to entice fear though. He just wanted a hug before bed like all the other little boys and girls.
Night, night. |
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My imaginary friends are not how I imagined them.
*This is a tiny story that I wrote and remixed with several image RECords a co... |
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