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There is a very simple fact that is very much overstated, and overated. This simple fact is, monsters exist. I know one might think this can't be, thi..
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Thoughts slipping from my head
Just beyond my grasp
Too far for me to find
These words on the verge
Of being said upon my tounge
Slipping from..
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Sometimes it is easy to forget who you are after a long time of being someone else. Personalities blen, memories mingle, and the result is a person no..
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Heart racing... heavy, quick, frantic breathing, the loud thudding of shoes deperately trying to go faster on rough, unstable ground... an blood pulsi..
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Nonhumans born to be "hunters", keepers of non kind... Is noone just a person anymore?
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What happens to angels when they have been robbed of that that makes them who they are.... what are then?
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please read this and comment..
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I have no Idea where this came from.. so maybe you can give some insight on this...
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very random ... just wrote it on the spot..
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The truest and most strangest metaphoric poem ever...
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