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Wretched FoolIf you gave me an ultimatum Stood with a knife to the flesh of my throat Threatened to steal away the most precious thing I own... I'd say I would rather die than live for you. You, who is barely risen up from a neanderthal. You, who has sunken to the depths of the human race... And come out defiled and putrid. You could beg and cry, and make those puppy eyes that you think say it all, And I would still rather die than live for you. You, who thought that you had me, who thought that I was there for your entertainment. Well, guess what, cupcake? I would rather DIE than livWretched Fool


The Danger of The MoonlightYank that one, that one, and especially THAT one, ordered Annalie. THAT one referred to a gnarled, curled bud that stubbornly hugged the ground in a bald patch of land. It truly was an eyesore, something that looked as if it had been on the earth since God banished Adam and Eve. Its gray-green leaves stiffly circled the bud. The bud itself was almost black, like it had rotted in place and simply refused to disintegrate. The ground around the plant was bare. No weeds flourished, no tiny plants began their lifetime, nor even a blade of grass was to be found. It was, to say the least, strange.The Danger of The Moonlight
Corabelle sighed. She so ha


Paper Doll She sat there, in a rose-red chair, looking pale and lovely. Her clover-green eyes stared out blankly at her construction paper bedroom. Her golden (though slightly yellowed) mane lay stiffly, as if each strand had a straitjacket covering it. Abby liked her looks, at least most of the time. Sometimes, when presented to a mirror, she'd gaze at her snow-white complexion and sigh. She would think, Well, my nose looks like a 1st grader drew it, and I think that my eyes are crooked. She would just have to get it fixed the next day. Occasionally her boyfriend, Joe, would visit. Always strategically placed in her crimsoPaper Doll


I Was Your PlaythingYou played my heart like a well-tuned instrument, slid a finger across the strings and created beauty. You hit the notes that corresponded to my love, made composers envy the masterpiece you created. You played my heart like a game of poker. You bluffed like a pro, Upped the ante with so much at stake, And finally laid down your winning hand. You won my heart along with the chips. You played my heart like you played the field, fooled me as you had so many other girls. Skipping happily from one to the other to the next, never letting on that you were anything less than allI Was Your Plaything

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Sometimes Life is like this dark tunnel.
You can't always see the light at the end of the tunnel.
But if you just keep moving, you will come to a better place.
- Iroh
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"Because creative people aren't always in charge...They're just sort of rolling along with their eyes shut, yelling wheeeee." -Stephen King, Everything's Eventual
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"If you're falling off a cliff,
you may as well try to fly.
You've got nothing to lose."
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"Because creative people aren't always in charge...They're just sort of rolling along with their eyes shut, yelling wheeeee." -Stephen King, Everything's Eventual
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