The misfit has trouble blending in. “I hate the seaside,” he thinks to himself.
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Massacred
Is an angel but a mortal once its wings are no more, or are the fallen lesser beings for having succumbed to such gruesome depths? A part of my soul died the day that she had her divinity taken away…
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All Hail Pain!
All hail Pain, mother of inspiration and nurturer of creativity; where would we be without you? Happy. Happy and dull.
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A Love Poem
Roses are red, Violent am I.
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Talents
If you could chose only one talent that you could posses, what would it be and why? For me it would be a tough decision, since I would love to have so many talents through which to express myself. What…
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Trains
I haven’t slept well in days. I can’t get any rest with all the trains taunting me as they go and leave me behind. Someday, trains; someday…
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By the Time You Read This…
By the time you read this, I might be dead.
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When’s the Last Time You Cried?
Does anyone ever feel the need to cry? I’m talking about literally feeling a need to cry for no particular reason. I do; I sometimes feel the need to cry and I think crying is just as important as laughing.…