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He's trying to shoot me down. I won't let him.

Like a message from heaven, it lit up the purple velvet sky. Beckoning me to follow.

They sulked out into the open. They have come to devour me.

It came out of nowhere, but as soon as it sounded the darkness began to lift.

Something for English class.

Watched Spirit, wrote this.

For even the pretties of flowers can be the deadliest of poisons.

My heart is a dark and ancient book with a thick and stubborn lock. Its timeworn pages are eternally inscribed with my secrets, My hopes, M..

Sanity. I don't think I know what that is anymore.

Writing Practice(s): File A-11 Date Published: 10:24, 27 May 2013 (Minnesota Time) Category: Suspense/Drama Title: "This is All Your Fault"