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It was a gloomy day, and rain poured from outside. Lysandre sat in his bed, drawing a small comic that illuminated how he felt at the time. Sad, depre..
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I wish I was never born, because I hate dying. Dying while I am living, these last minutes, as my nerves stiffen to make my own chains. I can not move..
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I'm tired of trying to be what you want me to be. I'm feeling so faithless, like I am lost under this surface. I don't know your expectations of me, b..
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The moon eclipses the sun, as he raises his head toward the sky. He stands from his death bed, as a tear emerges from his eye. "I gave her everything...
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Her eyes burn in wisps.
Flesh steams uncontrollably.
Black hands reach out desperately,
DON'T BURN ALONE!
Covered with all the precious of this wo..
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Cold winds blow throughout my gaze,
Blowing my happiness away,
Blowing my existence out it's way,
Cold, cold winds.
I gasp but can't breath.
My l..
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Death,Why have you fled from me?Why won't you grant my everlasting wish?I have shooken the hand of dout,And bowed down to thy mercy!Death,Why won't yo..
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