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About Me Member General Digital Photographer The-Unchosen-One18/Male/Australia Recent Activity Deviant for 1 Year
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Shattered
by ~The-Unchosen-One
Bedtime Enthused“Bedtime” was the chime ringing thought the semi-loud room.  Only my own groan of distress over the announcement followed.   
So loftily, without another complaint as to not get scolded,  I grudgingly clambered up the stairs and slipped into my silks.   
The pyjamas soft and warm, if it had been simply that I could have smiled.  If the representation had not been to dictate the end of the day, I would have.   
Next, I climbed into bed like a good little sleepy girl;  Worn from the days restless and selfish childhood joys of exploration.   
_And greedily then, I would await Bedtime Enthused
by ~The-Unchosen-One
Up In FlamesThe train whistled its siren song through the crisp air,  the night aluminous with the twilight stars appearing.  One by one, dozens after few, sparkling to life.   
I, envious of their purity simply watched them on the sky lines, unaware of how their fabled dances and stories sent me something -  
likely a note in which I should have listened to.   
So here I was, breathless from my travels.  The open field breathed out in front of me, cascading down - from the adorning hills that cupped me in a place of sanity.   
I took a match, in which blazed like a glorious light;  
Lighting the pat Up In Flames
by ~The-Unchosen-One
The Soldier SpiritIt seems like his world is nothing but a blood ridden trail,  Something that yearns to be seen not as simply failure.  The path he walks on is covered with dead leaves painted;  The mixture of blood and destruction chasing at his feet.  No matter how hard he tries he cannot escape this prison,  So he continues to trudge along the bruised pathways.   
For years now, he has always had the pleasure of being alone.  At first it was a blessing in disguise, something he wanted.  Now he feels no desire for the enclosing silences that irks,  Tortures and mocks him in his quiet slumbers off in a ditch. The Soldier Spirit
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  • Current Residence: Adelaide, SA
  • Interests: Tennis, Photography, And Tennis Photography =P
  • Favourite movie: The Lion King / The Emperors New Groove. Depends On My Mood :3
  • Favourite band or musician: Tom Jones
  • Favourite genre of music: My MP3 goes from 1940 to 2010
  • Operating System: Windows XP Home
  • Skin of choice: My Own
  • Favourite gaming platform: Sega Megadrive
  • Tools of the Trade: Panasonic LUMIX (DMC-FZ7)

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