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Devoid of LoveThe night falls with a silent sigh, lost are we. The light for which you lust,Devoid of Love
Flares once, then dies, Swept away by guilt.
All hope must not endure.
Your love is no more. How can you cause such hurt? Shadows surround us, crying, We have lost our way.
May it never be found again.
by ~urii19
Obssessed ch.2 The Nightmare I'm surrounded by laughing. It's dark, yet I'm spinning. It feels as if liquid fire has been poured into my veins. I scream out in agony pleading for help only to receive more laughter. I'm trying to run, to get away, to escape the burning, but I don't get far. Thrown to the ground and pinned by chains I look into your face and ask why. You laugh as you move your foot to rest on my hand. You press down with all your weight until you hear a sickening snap. Tears streaming down my cheeks, I pray for death, pleading to any one listening to kill me now. I don't receive my wish. Smiling, you pull someone next to you, a girl. Desperate for reObssessed ch.2 The Nightmare
by ~urii19
by ~urii19
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The RiddleI appear in the spring in such a magical form. I flutter through the air with a twist and a turn. My scent is like the beauty of spring so full of joy and waiting to spread from here to there I live and grow high up in the sky, far from the ground and away from your reach My coat of everlasting paint is like the symbol of peace and tranquility As the season goes by, I slowly fade away with a dance, a flicker, and a ripple But I will always be remembered by those happy, joyful faces with a hint of relief from the cold isolating winter.The Riddle
Can you guess who I am? I am a cherry blossom!
by ~skapremo10641
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| Hi, My name is Shea Semler. I write stories in my free time but I rarely post them. I have notebooks filled with them that no one will probably ever read. I prefer to read other people's stories then write my own. I much rather play World of Warcraft but my subscription ran out and I moved right after that so I've been distracted from it. I have alot of friends, but only a hand full that I trust or like. The rest I rarely see or talk to. Oddly enough, the friends I trust the most live no where near me. They all live a few hundred miles away, but they are the most important to me. They are the ones I'd kill for, but as you might have read in my journal, they too have abandoned me when I need them the most. I hope that whoever reads this doesn't like bad of me or think I'm a freak. I'm just different. |
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- Current Residence: 805 Second Ave, Athens, Alabama
- Print preference: Italic Rage
- Interests: Slitting peoples throats and watching them bleed
- Favourite movie: Hannibal Rising
- Favourite band or musician: Disturbed
- Favourite genre of music: Techno, Rock, Screamo, Metal
- Favourite style of art: Anime
- Operating System: Windows XP
- Shell of choice: Turtle lol
- Skin of choice: Purple..?
- Favourite game: Final Fantasy
- Favourite gaming platform: Ps3
- Favourite cartoon character: Lelouch
- Personal Quote: "You're so cute I want to stab you"
- Website: http://www.myspace.com/xgoth_girlx13
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