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Sandra Kazalac
27/F/Croatia


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    Mood: Thinking...

    Posted on 2011-05-10 19:15:35


       I don't go looking for moles in my back yard without a proper flamethrower.
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    Mood: Sad

    Posted on 2010-09-25 12:01:39


       ...And sometimes a smile is stolen from another person's face and glued to a stranger.
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    Mood: Thinking...

    Posted on 2010-09-23 15:48:38


       Don't you think I have a heart

    I've been alright, been myself
    When everyone else were crying themselves out
    I was late

    I have done all
    The soul-searching heart-wrenching mind-blowing things
    And I stood already blossomed, already matured among the people
    Who couldn't understand why
    Why love, why smile, why see everything beautiful
    Amidst all the ugliness
    Because really, you choose your own eyes
    You choose how everything affects you, how much you allow it
    Before the dawns turn disastrous
    You go down when you let yourself go
    And the lot of them wanted to, seeing it as something
    That goes hand in hand with irresistible sin and something
    One can wrap up and disguise himself in to seem special
    While drowning in the crowd of equally absent minded people
    Cause they all leave home
    They all whistle out of their heads so they don't have to feel themselves
    Don't have to know themselves
    Don't have to live with those things that make life hard for them
    Though really what is hard for one man is another man's happiness
    Or another man's bread
    But the problem really being that no one does
    What makes him happy, most not being able to do it
    Having drained themselves of will
    So they cannot really stand the sight of someone
    Who rekindled a spark in the ashes
    Because they forgot how to do it, and not just stretch their mouth
    Into something akinly familiar to a smile
    But really forgot how to breathe anything else
    But bitterness

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    Blue


    Mood: Crazy

    Posted on 2010-09-20 17:21:46


       If I sound blue to you, you're wrong. I'm completely purple :P
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    Mood: Paranoid

    Posted on 2010-09-17 10:25:47


       I've been away for a while. Let's see how long I stick around this time. Those pesky mood swinging muses are a real pain in the ass XD Plus I'm rusty :P My stanzas seem clumsy to me.
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    The Islander


    Mood: Relaxing

    Posted on 2010-09-16 12:43:10


       "...This is for long forgotten
    Light at the end of the world
    Horizon crying
    The tears he left behind long ago..."

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    Facebook


    Mood: Juggling Tasks

    Posted on 2009-08-09 04:11:00


       Facebook Profile: Sandra Kazalac
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    Glow


    Mood: Streaming

    Posted on 2009-07-31 05:54:42


       I glow like a dying man's hope to take another breath. Don't put out my lights.
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    Windows to the


    Mood: Thinking...

    Posted on 2009-04-23 04:58:22


       Battle not with monsters
    lest ye become a monster
    and if you gaze into the abyss
    the abyss gazes into you.

    Friedrich Nietzsche

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    Mood: Thinking...

    Posted on 2009-04-23 04:53:58


       How is one to live a moral and compassionate existence when one is fully aware of the blood, the horror inherent in life, when one finds darkness not only in one's culture but within oneself? If there is a stage at which an individual life becomes truly adult, it must be when one grasps the irony in its unfolding and accepts responsibility for a life lived in the midst of such paradox. One must live in the middle of contradiction, because if all contradiction were eliminated at once life would collapse. There are simply no answers to some of the great pressing questions. You continue to live them out, making your life a worthy expression of leaning into the light.
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