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Out of my own abyss – Jaded wings won’t carry me To the everlasting embrace of bliss. I’m not letting myself flee. Into the maze of my mind, I’ve become an absentee. Stepping out of the obscurity – My enemy spreading violence, My own self-reflection… Shroud me in deaf silence. Seeking - Self-retrieving, For I yearn the unbinding of my mind, By my own self – Confined…

Short-sighted though I’ve always been, I noticed when you wrote lovely wounds into my skin with all the blunt finesse of a child drawing with crayons but I missed the moment when you stopped caring enough to make them beautiful.

What I Learned at SRU Chapter 8 - The Family Name - Friday, September 3rd, 2010 - "So! Mr. Kurosawa." Zuko sighed and drank from his tall ceramic tea mug, his black hair slicked to the side, combed neatly. "So," he replied simply, avoiding the interviewer's gaze. The excitable girl tapped her chin thoughtfully with her pen, notepad in hand. Her face was riddled with small bouts of acne with messy, thin bangs hanging across her forehead. Her brisly hair was bunched into a short, spiky tail at the base of her neck. She wore a pair of thin, rectangular glasses, curious pale brown eyes staring inquisitively at him. "Tell me, Mr. Kurosawa: why sho