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New AgeNew AgeNew Age
Under the sun you are passing by Forgotten souls that never cry Over the moon I touch the sky Memories that never lie
Grabbing a star I step away Dreaming back to a past day Now it’s the dawn of a new Age the beginning of a new carnage
In the ocean I flow away Wishing the wind will powerfully sway Ain’t from fire being from clay A secret that will always lay
Nothing’s like then, nothing’s the same, It is the Dawn of a new age


The PromiseI still breathe because there’s one and only dream keeping me alive a dream stronger than the roughest winter breeze a dream I’ll envisage until I close my eyes once and for allThe Promise
Whispers to the sun and to the moon, whispers to the dust and to the wind, my whispers will be echoing, till the end of eternity, till the end of all
Any sacrifice would be worth, the dream I always wished for, even if it lasts just for a day, for me it will be endless
Someday this dream will come to reality I will always believe that till th
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Dying is an art like everything else and I do it exceptionally well...
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Lo real no es mas que un subconjunto de todo lo posible
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Visit me at my Gallery...[link]
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Amber-Jade16
Check out my interesting and sometimes quirky photography gallery [link]
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16 year-old amateur graphic/ web designer
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Lots o' fun (great weekly challenges): *createbyweek
My Dad (awesome nature photography): ~PlumCrazee
My Sis (hilarious cartoons): ~FallGirl
My Bro: ~ljplum12 & his band: Moment Machine
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16 year-old amateur graphic/ web designer
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alienism | An obsolete term for the study and treatment of mental illness.
Check out my portfolio : [link]
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16 year-old amateur graphic/ web designer
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The Moving Finger writes: and, having writ,
Moves on, nor all thy Piety nor Wit,
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.
guess what it is
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16 year-old amateur graphic/ web designer
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16 year-old amateur graphic/ web designer
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