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Never Flee, Never SurrenderNo.
No, I will not bow out.
I will not surrender.
I will not flee in the middle of the night.
I will not adhere to what I know is wrong.
I will not.
I Don't DateThey laugh.
All .the time.
It is most annoying. They bicker and fidget and laugh that oh so irr-i-tat-ing laugh, the kind of laugh that sounds a feminine Joker off his meds, as they ask me one single question over and over and OVER again.
Why don't you date.
As if they know what the Hell their talking about.
Date a looser of an individual (not that they aren't themselves) and then dump them in a week? What's the point? They never leave a good impression when they tell me this, their hair all ironed, makeup caked onto every facial feature they have.
They talk, and talk spreads to rumor, of me dating random (and mostly annoying) individuals, to which whenever someone asks me if they are true, I simply say, 'no'.
Because there not.
Part of me is angry at them. There are many things I cherish in this world, two of which are my privacy, and my pride. Whenever one, the other, or both are in danger, my cutting remarks are deep, and the insufferable women tend
The World for Fiction-FreakSo big and strange
So full of shame
And light the same
So free and wild
Along the shores of AthensAlong the shores of Athens,
I met a man one day,
As I watched the tide move too and fro,
He came to me so very slow,
As if he were afraid.
Along the banks of Athens,
I did for moments remain,
He spoke to me,
Called out to me and said,
"You must be Daphne,
Most beautiful Nymph,
Of which the world has yet seen.
And I, with burning heart, and gaping whole,
Am left to be love-lost Apollo.
Oh I should have never insulted that damned Eros
For look what he's done to me!"
I strayed not from where I remained,
And wondered if he was just in my head,
A figment of hopefulness,
A taunt from the Gods,
Till then again he did say,
"You must be Daphne
Most beautiful Nymph
You cannot hide you shine!
And I, the world's last great excuse,
Am Apollo, fate being born to loose.
Eros, you have done me great wrong!
To make me love she who to this eath does not belong!"
"You think of me to highly, sir,"
I finally said at long last,
"Not half of what I've done be said,
And you'd be fleeing off to H
What's the Emotion?What is the word?
It's not loneliness.
That would be too simple a word to use, and not all of it applying completely.
It's not happiness either though.
Most defiantly not anger.
Possibly some fright depending on who you are.
Maybe just a pinch of pride.
Oh what is the word?!
I can feel it as I think of it, as I think of all the things and times I feel it.
It starts of in your heart and head, right at the back where what they call your 'soul box' sits.
Then it spreads along your nerves, filling up you up to the brim 'till you can't think of anything else.
I don't think it's love, though maybe it plays in somewhere.
Wonder's in there too, most defiantly.
But I don't know what it's called, or if it even has a name.
It's the feeling of laying in the middle of a field at night with no one around, looked up at the stars, and contemplated just how small you are, how small Earth itself is, but how important all the same.
It's the feeling of being at the Statue of Liberty
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