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Lord Lich
Yours Truly is known as Lord Lich. You are allowed to call her 'my lord' or 'my evilness'. She is often found in Volcano numbers 1 and 2, torturing victims, or in number 4, planning more world conquests. Otherwise, she may be found in number 3, sleeping.

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    Friday, June 17, 2005


    Shut up, people. I'm grieving. SLC has ended, and it's sad. I can't understand why I'm so upset about it, but I don't want it to end, and I'm sad that it ended, and it hurts. It ended on a glorious note, with certificates and songs and hugs, but I'll rather it had continued.


    Lola, you disagree, don't you? You'd rather save perfection, then to actually realise you're glad to say goodbye to someone you thought was your friend. But I'm selfish, and I'll rather remember cracked pieces of what was porcelain, then to leave behind a painted picture in the half-washed footprints.


    I don't agree, but this should fit you quite well.


    Just give me four days
    Not too short
    nor too long


    Give me enough time
    to befriend you
    Just enough to be blind
    to your flaws.


    Four days, all I ask
    of you
    Not less, for I want
    to know you
    Nor more for
    I want to like you
    Just four days to
    remember you by
    Don't give me three days
    for three is
    Too short, to fill
    the cache of my mind
    Give me a perfect
    memory
    A finished picture to
    remember you by


    Don't give me five days
    for five is too long
    to be blind to your
    flaws
    Give me a perfect memory
    A painted picture
    to remember you by
    Just give me four days
    of laughter


    A glorious picture
    painted in 96 hours
    The perfect memory to
    keep in my mind
    Cause I'll rather I still
    love you


    So just give me four days
    Not too short, nor too long
    Four days to
    remember you by


    And leave me with the
    image
    of perfection.


    Okay, my first (pathetic) attempt at free-verse, but I don't really think that any other style would fit this theme. I'm being sentimental now. *sniffles*


    Shall stop before I dissolve into a disgraceful puddle of tears again. Sheesh. I have absolutely NO self-control.


    Note: I realise this new layout doesn't support the spaces between words in the poem. Sheesh. Spoils the whole thing, methinks.

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