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Zack and IWhen we were fourteen I laid eyes on Zack for the first time. His flaming red hair stuck out in a crowd. His steal grey eyes like a window to his soul. He was tall and lanky at the time, but his face looked as if it was carved from marble. Finley defined cheeks, and soft skin. From then on I liked him, you could even say I had a crush on him.Zack and I
When we were fifteen we were the closest of friends. I didn’t have many close friends who were girls, but it didn’t matter. He was better then any girl friend I would ever have. I could share my secrets with him, and he could share his with me. I could talk to him with ease, but I never told
A Story of MAGIC-:-chapter 1A baby was dropped off in the dead of the night. She was just a small bundle, wrapped snugly in a soft pink blanket. Barely visible in the faint light, left alone to wonder and cry. The hooded figure turned back to steal one last glance at the child that he left behind, and recalled his short journey with her . . .A Story of MAGIC-:-chapter 1
“This is her?” probed The Hooded Man in a deep, musty voice. He had known it was a young child he had come for, but a baby girl? “And why is she so special?” he demanded in a harsh tone he barely knew. “I don’t know my self, um . . . Sir.” He didn’t know what to call the large man befo
In her shoes Jason looked over at the girl he loved. She smiled as she looked over at his Green eyes. It was a clear warm night, and Jason was driving Hazel, the beautiful girl that was sitting next to him, home from the movies. As they both looked back to the road, Jason glanced down at the radio, to see that luminous green letters read 11:21. “JASON LOOK OUT!” Hazel screeched into the night, but they both knew it was too lateIn her shoes
Hazel sat up with a start, her hair drenched with sweat and tears, and tears were streaking out of her eyes. Ever since the accident the dream had haunted her. She had felt and e
I'm Not OpposedYou must think that I'm stupid,I'm Not Opposed
Or that my brain has broken down.
I've poured it out to you from my heart,
But I've said nothing too profound.
And still you won't believe me.
You just tell me how to feel.
You must think I'm made of paper,
But I will tell you now that I'm completely real.
What can I do to make you see?
How can I make you believe in me?
I'm not the little kid that I used to be.
Because the way I feel makes me completely real,
And I'm not opposed to telling you the deal.
My manner's not been perfect,
I th
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But as for me I'm coming to my final failure,
I've killed myself with changes trying to make things better,
But still ended up becoming something other,
Than what I had planned to be...
- A Perfect Sonnet
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=Apophysis=Ultra-Fractal
~pagantribalart
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Das Leben ist zum Lachen da, drum nehm ich Psychopharmaka.
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i break hearts like the west was won
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If you think I'm odd, crazy, not normal then you're right!!
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