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She didn't understand. She couldn't understand. She never felt a thing. She sat there, throwing her fists at the wall, but never did it hurt. Why can't I feel? She knew something was wrong with her. After a few more attempts of self abuse, she gave up. Her walls were bare. Perhaps I should put some nails in the wall. Fighting the wall only made her more frustrated. She walked about her empty room. It was more of a jail cell than a room though. No, a jail cell has more than just a bed. Her bed was her sanctuary, the only place she could go to escape the world, ecape her troubled mind. She slithered into the sheets and rested her head on

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nonechoking, gagging on the words trying to speak between broken sobs and they won't come out but there are no words to be spoken just a series of uncertain glances the tears sting a bruised heart like salt in a fresh wound and all she could say was "Don't...just, don't." none
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The Diary Of Sedusa: Part 1December 24th It's like watching a trainwreck. The tragic events repeatedly unfold in my mind, frame by frame. I can predict every twitch of our lips, every sigh of our chest. The pawn had taken the bait, and now my victim was in my grasp. The situation was similar to that of a Venus Flytrap. My prey had flown blindly into the jaws of death, while my teeth slowly closed down around him, leaving him with taunting visions of the outside world. I know I will shortly find myself watching this boy hang on my every whim as he worships each word that falls from my lips like pois The Diary Of Sedusa: Part 1
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Love Breeds DeathMarch 5th, 1954 She couldn't handle it anymore. The air around her reaked of death and cut like a knife on the walls of her lungs as she tried not to inhale. She never liked cemeteries, even though her bedroom window overlooked one. They were quite depressing, and she wasn't in the mood.
She walked down the cobblestone steps, never glancing back at her lover's tombstone. It had only been a few days since the incident occured, but it was only a few days until their three year anniversary too. Tears began to leak down her cheeks as she looked back on the day he had passed away.
The investigators told her it was a Love Breeds Death
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Don't Let Us Die This Way
Depression fell upon her like darkness falls upon the night sky. Her heart sunk like the moon. And her stomach danced like the stars with sickness.
Perhaps it was a mixture of her hormone pills and sweet coffee that made her feel ill, but she was convinced that it was the bad news that made her stomach churn inside her. Everything had been great. Just yesterday she spent all day with her boyfriend, and when she got home, they spent hours on the phone. So how could all this change in a matter of hours?
She checked her cell phone in the morning. One new voice mail. She knew it would be her boyfriend and she wond Don't Let Us Die This Way
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Soul-Mates“Her name will be Winter,” he tells her one mostly-summer midday. They are sharing a carton of pecan ice cream, taunting the sun to come out. Her long skirt drapes over the monkey bars they used to chase each other on (before their legs grew too long.)
“Ice blue eyes,” he adds like a forgotten comma. “The edges will be darker blue, like rims to contain them.”
She listens with characteristic grace, observing him in her intense way out of brown eyes (solid and dark, with no fading or mixing of colors.)

“You’ll find her someday,” she always replies.

She knows the pictures he paints of this wo Soul-Mates
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i don't wanna change the world...just the past.

Wed Jul 21, 2004, 2:01 AM

I'm scarred by his presence...his touch has burned into my flesh...my mind is polluted by thoughts of this somebody...this nobody...i just need anybody...no, i need him.

I'll probably write a short prose based upon the emotions that i can't deal with, just like any other heart-broken teenager.

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~zero-ven Nov 13, 2005, 8:40:37 PM

thanks for the watch!

~recklesslyforgotten Dec 13, 2004, 5:39:10 PM

Just wanted to wish you a Happy Holidays,
and thank you once again for the watch.

Hope all is well.

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_{"A thing of beauty is a joy for ever: its loveliness increases; it will never pass into nothingness; but still will keep a bower quiet for us, and a sleep full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing."
- Keats, 'Endymion'.}

~recklesslyforgotten Sep 20, 2004, 12:56:57 PM

Thanks for the favourite on Slip Away.

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_{"A thing of beauty is a joy for ever: its loveliness increases; it will never pass into nothingness; but still will keep a bower quiet for us, and a sleep full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing."
- Keats, 'Endymion'.}

~foe Sep 6, 2004, 12:57:20 AM

Rawr I do say, rawr indeed. Amantha, grab my buttocks and roam freely.

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~recklesslyforgotten Jun 21, 2004, 12:43:04 PM

Thank you for the watch, and I shall do the same in return.

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_{"A thing of beauty is a joy for ever: its loveliness increases; it will never pass into nothingness; but still will keep a bower quiet for us, and a sleep full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing."
- Keats, 'Endymion'.}