04-11-2012, 12:00 AM
I will tell you another thing dear girl you are not right, it is the mark of Chaim, the sephiroth that killed Moses in Egypt and was thrown after Ramses, they will heal that when they will learn that diagram, by the looks of it they still did not well this one.
I will tell you the very sad story of a blonde girl that once was alive even if barely as it was told to me by her mother when she showed me her picture and told me her name, just as she showed me all her children and husband. Her dead father hated her for creating him a hole in the double and her mother wanted to be her, not mother an offspring so she was ofter wearing her clothes managing to age herself so much more. The girl had such sad story that in the summer of 2003 i pitied her and wanted to meet her. I saw the blonde unlucky being never loved but shielding her disappear in the dreams of another world that died just like the people that square were in died. Her long hair flowing back, her pink dress so beautiful and classy i thought she was younger then she looked yet i remembered she had another sister named after a lake. So i did another thing for her i danced in the same square with my husband wishing her joy and happiness then a few years ago i found out with great sorrow she was sick almost dying. And i exchanged clothes with her hoping that kind my nature and the warmth i was conceived in would somehow aid her, would melt her young petrified heart, then she wanted to unplug me and the power hit back killing her before her time. She was younger then me, appeared kind when i met her again she accepted my last gift of the mark of Chaim.
That is how i know who you are dear girl, your post is what i gave you in the note that is the mark of Chaim yet for that you will need to see me as me and you as the corpse you are. I never died for you however i washed and i dressed again i did not like
much that old blouse even if my mother have given it to me with all her
love, was never her fault that the fabric got tainted i exchanged that into something more appropriate for my skin tone and my hair color. The gypsies from my town have a word: as much dye as the woman uses as much perfume that she puts on herself, she will never be anything but her own self even if she hides a premature rot. I will see you tonight in dreaming dear dear child, it is that time, you do not know what the last symbols are do you? And you wish that your lower mind will share them with you please i will show to you just what i showed your mum, that is how i got rid of that one now she runs when i appear, bring a guest there is another that needs to learn how about your sister. See you in dreams child,
I will tell you the very sad story of a blonde girl that once was alive even if barely as it was told to me by her mother when she showed me her picture and told me her name, just as she showed me all her children and husband. Her dead father hated her for creating him a hole in the double and her mother wanted to be her, not mother an offspring so she was ofter wearing her clothes managing to age herself so much more. The girl had such sad story that in the summer of 2003 i pitied her and wanted to meet her. I saw the blonde unlucky being never loved but shielding her disappear in the dreams of another world that died just like the people that square were in died. Her long hair flowing back, her pink dress so beautiful and classy i thought she was younger then she looked yet i remembered she had another sister named after a lake. So i did another thing for her i danced in the same square with my husband wishing her joy and happiness then a few years ago i found out with great sorrow she was sick almost dying. And i exchanged clothes with her hoping that kind my nature and the warmth i was conceived in would somehow aid her, would melt her young petrified heart, then she wanted to unplug me and the power hit back killing her before her time. She was younger then me, appeared kind when i met her again she accepted my last gift of the mark of Chaim.
That is how i know who you are dear girl, your post is what i gave you in the note that is the mark of Chaim yet for that you will need to see me as me and you as the corpse you are. I never died for you however i washed and i dressed again i did not like
much that old blouse even if my mother have given it to me with all her
love, was never her fault that the fabric got tainted i exchanged that into something more appropriate for my skin tone and my hair color. The gypsies from my town have a word: as much dye as the woman uses as much perfume that she puts on herself, she will never be anything but her own self even if she hides a premature rot. I will see you tonight in dreaming dear dear child, it is that time, you do not know what the last symbols are do you? And you wish that your lower mind will share them with you please i will show to you just what i showed your mum, that is how i got rid of that one now she runs when i appear, bring a guest there is another that needs to learn how about your sister. See you in dreams child,