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User:faith1922 (51849)
Unbreakable
We All Fall Down...
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Name:Ruins of Faith
E-mail:faith1419@yahoo.de
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Faith1922
Bio:
Just outside the circle of light, five minutes too late, three steps behind, that's where she's from and where she goes. She sits quietly, eyes on limbs and laughs, on lives and lust and loves and liberty, watching, scribbling, doodling, catching an elusive moment in a sphere of words and sounds, stopping motion in a sentence, engraving the arch and tist of a wrist in paper and ink.

Art.

It's what she does. She watches and she remembers: She smiles slowly and never falls too hard, never rises too high, always stays in the place where she belongs.

Reliability.

Sometimes they come and sweep her away, the others. They pull her in and lift her up, push her into the circle of light and tickle laughter from her lips. They make her theirs and give her part of themselves, twisting themselves around each other, making a mess that breathes and gasps and drinks and smokes and lives too fast.

Youth.

Back in her bed, alone, she sometimes falls into holes like mirrors, endless and strange. Falls like she was never meant to do anything else. She grows silent and her smile turns askew then.

Melancholy.

But most of all she never lies. She never apologizes. She never regrets. She enver explains. She never is anything more or anything less than she is and her truth is sometimes bitter. But there is one thing she'll never do and that is stop.

Life.

As long as you live, you can fight. The dead don’t fight.

The Place Where My Fiction Goes: My Writing Journal [info]faithfulwords



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Brush and bases from lj users: dorky_duck, pekeana, Icons_with_love, icon_extras

1.Here
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5.Touchstone Art
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7.Falling Night

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Interests:29: anita blake, art, ats, books, btvs, crossovers, drabbles, drawing, dreams, emo, fanfics, fantasy, fanvids, friends, h/d, harry potter, history, html, icons, internet, literature, movies, music, photography, reading, strange people, video games, wallpapers, writing
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People5:anansay, enchanted_jae, sassy_cissa, sweetsorcery, the_minx_17
Asylums6:asylum_promo, dollhouse, harrydraco, slythindor100, syn_promo, taggingfun_info
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Account type:Free Patient

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