What is #DontGiveUpOnDA?
#DontGiveUpOnDA was founded on December 25th 2009 by `Atramina
The aim of this group is to help those discouraged deviants that don't find an answer to the questions:
In most of the cases, this issues have an actual solution, and that's why we're here. We want to boost the interest of these fellow-deviants and make them feel that there are many reasons to not give up on DA, even if you had several disgusting experiences on it.
Group Features
(by our members)



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Why am I crying?Why am I crying?
Every tear
which is shaded in sadness
is wasted.
A tear
should show, we are happy
that we like each other
and when we see us again
But a tear
just shows the sadness
the pain of separation
and the scar that is left.
Why am I crying?
I've never seen you
but I'm feeling
how my lonely heart
searches the near of your heart.
And again a lonely silver tear
runs down my cheek.
Maybe it's just the pain
that makes me cry.
Why does my heart feel so heavy?
One more question
but less answers.
Deep inside of my soul I know the answer
but I don't want to know it.
The wounds
that I'll tear with this answer in my ow
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GREAT WHITE MOONI am the one who keeps awake to watch
Clouds drift across the great white moon
The sandman often withholds from me
Beads from which dreams are sewn
My memories of love haunt me
Still pure--like a new born dove
Great white moon with me tonight
Speak to me from the skies above
For so long I have been suffocated
By the loneliness I cannot breathe
I open the window to let in air, but
The night stares blindly back at me
His ghost stands in the dusty curtains
Then disappears without a trace
Like clouds across a pool, I read
His thoughts across his ghostly face
I know him well, I remember him
His eyes I once thought divine
Once whe

6 ways to look at a notebookI am the notebook that is never the same,
Always changing,
Always different.
I am the one
The girl clutches
To her chest
As terror
Consumes her,
Be it
The first day
At a new school,
Or the day she
Gets taken away
From her
Mother forever.
I am thrown
On the floor
In anger,
From not being
Able to find the
Right words.
I am left
On the bus,
My owner
In such a hurry
She left me
Behind, alone
And scared.
I am the
Notebook
That waits
On a shelf,
Yearning for
Someone
To pick me up,
Take me home,
And fill me with words.
I am the notebook,
Thrown into the closet
And buried under
Blankets,
In an attempt
To prev



Some of the activities of the group:


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Into Hell(Be-Yond All Kisses, Ultimately You Abandon)
one who serves without end to
(Infernal)
hell in which despair is endless
where all sorrow
is as
lost to all
sad- emotion
-ness fades
and to jet black
with it all
(where Life Obliterates to a Vacuous End)
(where Years Of seemingly Unending! joy)
are vanquished and then











i mean.. how do you put these pictures into jornal>?
but if you want to write a news article you can make features with lil images like this article
I love your little run-down of the group.
This article has four devious rejections. Hmmm...