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~ Teela Yoshi ~
AKA Alexandra Ketana
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The Rhythm of Words The Rhythm of Words Alexandra Ketana soared over the sea, feeling her body melt in with the wind, unable to feel its force for she had become one with it. She wrapped her legs around the beast below her and listened as it began to grunt in its tiresome flight, each wing beat followed by a greatThe Rhythm of Words
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LimitsOut of your dreams, I fell, for me, your pain is hell. So when I see you cry, if it is my fault, can’t you see why I feel as if I should say g’bye?Limits
Love you I shall, forever and beyond, but what do I do come the break of dawn?
I know when this world will come to an end, but in order to fulfill you, to the world myself I must lend.
You cannot have your cake, and eat it too, but I wasn’t taught to believe that; I was made to believe within you, within your boundaries, which you have no limits for, so an
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Tasting NightFalling up into the darkness, tasting sound, feeling light, and hearing silence.Tasting Night
I have been through the seams of reality, the twists and chaos of fiction. I am their child, Life, and I am everything but nothing at once.
Darkness is my husband, my child, my son, you are the world that is about to be spun.
For every life, there must be death, unless, unless, there be a request. You interpret what you shall see, and when you have an answer, let me see, and I will tell you what there will be.
We create, but we d
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Inner MeaningOn the top of a disk, riding along four elephants, marching upon the back of a turtle,Inner Meaning
I know the secrets of the world. Be that as it may, I do not talk, nor do I really exist.
I am a clover, sliding in and out of time, a photograph continuously altering itself, but never really being captured.
Flowers are but windows. keys to doors unseen, and each time one dies, a soul has come to be reaped, a world has been lost, a new needle at the seam.
Existence is interpretation, and words have a weight of their own: a symbo
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Malignant Self-Love Everyone loves themselves in some way or another, in a way that is not questionable, therefore, we do not bother to examine it a little closer. In our daily lives we know this, but upon closer inspection, it is a little shakier. There are some that say that they do not loves them selves at all, being ego-dystonic; others only dislike certain things about themselves, such as their history, personality, and traits. Others feel content with who they are and with what they are doing, being ego-syntonic. A particular group stands out, distinct in its mental constitution—narcissists. According tMalignant Self-Love
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Just Let It GoThe way to die is simple: You hold your breath and then let it go. Fall into the water, float. Don't struggle. It ruins the moment. You let yourself breath in the water. And relax. Don't close your eyes, though. Look at the water and the world going dark. Look at your hands and how white they are going. Maybe, you will catch a glimpse of someone-- Some long-forgotten friend who wants to help Someone who wants to save you in your last moments But they didn't want to save you a few moments ago So just let it go.Just Let It Go
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