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Name: Wuthie
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She sat there on the park bench as the moon was waxing and waning above her. She sat there as she observed the people passing her. She sat there trying to think, trying to wait. She sat there. She sat there. And that's all she did.
She looked around the park bench where she sat. She looked around as though anxious for something or someone. She looked around trying to be nonchalant about the whole thing. She looked around. She looked around. And that's all she did.
She waited for him on the park bench beside the lamp post. She waited for him as she played with the bracelet on her left arm. She waited for him trying to sit still. She waited for him. She waited for him. And that's all she did.
She let out a breath as she stood up from the park bench. She let out a breath as she started to walk away. She let out a breath as she took one last glance around, the bracelet left on the park bench. She let out a breath. She let out a breath. And that's all she did.
She walked away from the park bench. She walked away from the lamp post. She walked away from the bracelet, from what was past. She walked away. She walked away. And that's all she did.
And that's all she did....
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(a result of having to think too much and doing nothing at all about what was thought about. damn. must be because of the strain of having to think too much. ... ... ... ... what in the world am i saying?)
Grassy Lands of UP
Ice and Booze. 30dec05
Something for all of you guys to think about. And I mean really think about.
If it makes sense or not. 
"The detrimental factor in living is the language game most people lose themselves in whenever they play it in constant terms. Therefore, I believe that life must be studied rather than played. It is a must to increase the coping mechanism for it is morally neutral. It is a not a defect of character. It is a love that emanates from within much higher than feeling of relief that one desperately seeks."
So what do you think? 
