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I was in my room,
About a week ago,
Watching a sunset
Above the city
That I have known
My entire life.
It brought back memories
Of many sunsets ago,
When days were different,
When lives were different,
When even sunsets were different.
Those were the days
When I would play on the floor
With all the toys
Who were my closest friends.
It was a time in life
When every street was a river
Waiting to be crossed.
And around every corner
Lay a new mystery
In a foreign land
Waiting to be explored.
So I look around my room,
My home for eighteen years,
And take a peak under the bed
To find my old friends,
Those toys that I once loved,
Only to find that they had been stolen.
Stolen by time.
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( ) Clean the wall because I do not like blood-stained wall.
(X) Leave the body to serve as warning to the others.
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The saddest movie ever. This puts a ton of other movies to shame. Watch it all the way through, then try and hold on for the last ten minutes. It’s so sad.
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Sam: “I wonder if we’ll ever be put into songs or tales.”
Frodo: “What?”
Sam: “I wonder if people will ever say, ‘Let’s hear about Frodo and the Ring.’ And they’ll say ‘Yes, that’s one of my favorite stories. Frodo was really courageous, wasn’t he, dad.’ ‘Yes, my boy, the most famousest of hobbits. And that’s saying a lot.’”
Frodo: “You left out one of the chief characters. Samwise the Brave. I want to hear more about Sam.”
Frodo: “Frodo wouldn’t have got far without Sam.”
Sam: “Now Mister Frodo, you shouldn’t make fun. I was being serious.”
Frodo: “So was I.”
Sam: “Samwise the Brave.”
Why everyone loves Sam. Possibly the most unrealistic character, just because he is too perfect of a “little” person.
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Eternal slumber rests
upon he who
guards the dead.
For he shall be
free of hatred
free of horror.
His vigilance shall be
a beacon in darkness
a desert oasis.
For where he treads
is hallowed groud
revered by men.
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The sea is home to
the forgotten dead.
Where many a man
lay down his head.
A dark and dreary
aeonian bed.
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