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I wish I could tell you, my love, of our time spent together and the long nights we lay awake, speaking of our adventures and heroisms. We would function as One soul as we slay monsters from beyond our realm. We would tame wild beasts and keep them as loyal pets (I believe I would name the fluffiest and softest of them Valiant or Noble.) You would disagree, or at least I hope that you would. Or maybe Our sides in the matter would be switched. After all, We are of one soul and we like to argue merely to prove the value of seperate opinions. I will occassionally allow you to win, as I am always right either way... Though perhap

It’s so cool to be in the city. My friends called me crazy for wanting to move out of Bobtown; “Susie, you’re a country gal. You won’t survive out there!” but I chose to ignore their warnings. Ever since my brother decided to marry our family’s next-door neighbor, (who has lived in the same house since her birth,) the thought of ending up being stuck in the same place felt claustrophobic. Tess and Fiona decided to help me move, which was nice, but then they kept saying my apartment could be haunted. They told me about all kinds of horror stories they read in magazines and they even showed me a bunch of statisti

Prends tes ailes, envole-toi, Ce que tu veux, où que ce soit, Loin là-haut, par-dessus les toits, Envole-toi. Vie en harmonie avec les cieux, Vole plus haut, tu es un dieu, Vole encore vers un autre lieu Envole-toi. Là où les oiseaux vagabondent, Là où la joie surabonde, Dans un autre temps, dans un autre monde, Envole-toi.

Ever since she was a little girl, Serena wanted to create things, to reach beyond the normal barriers of the world and find things that would amaze her and her audience. She wanted her audience to be the world, the people around to see how she perceived her world. But she was blind.   She didn't think she could make anything worth seeing if she couldn't see it herself. Her parents had tried to teach her music, and at first she thought she could become a composer, where she would only have to listen to others appreciate her art, but it didn't inspire her. Music was something others made, not her tone-deaf fingers. She's tried to feel her art

There are so many thing i wish to have done So many songs i could have still sung But now it's too late So i sit her and wait For the next fool who Didn't, like me. There were great times, now there's not They would have been fun the whole lot But this so human way Gives Death the last say And causes me to be here, forever still. My last breath quite young was taken All along i had been so greatly mistaken Why did i put things off Until the twilight soft Set in, took my life, and my dear choices? So wait here, this i shall do Until another, clad in deathly blue Comes and sees Their wasted deeds Were heartbreaking, by not

What is it about fear Why is it always there? We fear silly things And serious things But it's always something, Always there. It lurks in shadows Or even in bright light We can't hide from it Because it is ours A piece of our identity, Always there. It clouds judgement But forces a reaction Our strongest weakness It's always with us Always close by, Always there.

I'm crying I can't help it Can't stop it I didn't mean it! I'm so sorry You got hurt, you didn't deserve that It was my fault, it's not you I'm so sorry. Stop blaming yourself When you know it was me Stop giving excuses Just hate me already! I could fix it But I can't I don't feel that I can When you look at me with a self-reproaching smile. So I'll stay here and cry For the pain you feel And the hurt I feel from you I'm so sorry