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Cheer up, Emo-Gangsta117Walking through a field, a lover's hand clasped in my own When, suddenly, the hand lets go, and I fall into darkness. People line the walls of the pit, my friends, reaching out to me. I ignore them. There is no bottom to this pit. How can I be hurt? I want to be back in the field, back in the light.Cheer up, Emo-Gangsta117
But only when everyone is gone, and I am alone,
I feel lonely. I don't want to be trapped in the darkness, alone, forever. I look ahead, a beam, slicing through the darkness like a knife. And I see that it is my last chance to escape.
Not caring whether the bar is hot, cold, roug
by ~ZOMG-its-a-cow
ThunderstormsThunderstormsThunderstorms
Loud, noisy, dangerous. Yet awesome too. Bolts of energy shoot from the sky,
Diving deep into the earth. Waves of sound blasting though the air,
Seeming as if they could tear apart the sky. Rain, dashing to the pavement as liquid bullets. The rain lessens, the crashes and flashes arising less often,
Until, for a moment, the dark clouds part,
Releasing a golden ray of hope.
Sunlight.
by ~ZOMG-its-a-cow
An Orphaned Killer“Get down!” A firm hand slammed me to the ground, a salvo of poison darts narrowly missing my head. “Stay sharp, Edwin!” the sergeant bellowed. “We can’t afford to lose any more men!” Just then, a six-legged, bright blue alien leaped over the barricade, slashing at me with scythe–like talons. I was close enough to see the green, bulging sacs of deadly neurotoxin dangling from its elbows. I panicked, and as I whirled around, I belted the alien across the side of its head with my gun, knocking it to the dirt and breaking its neck. I smirkedAn Orphaned Killer
by ~ZOMG-its-a-cow
CandlesCandlesCandles
The flaming candle, shining bright,
Lighting up the dark, dark, night Eating wax with deadly greed When lights go out, it’s you we need.
Candles come in many types Round and blue or tall with stripes Pink and flat or weird and green Stranger things I’ve never seen.
If you knock a candle down On your face will be a frown. Spilling wax all on the floor Your house will burn and be no more.
Like candy or sugar, candles seem bad Your parents catch you, you'll be sad. The candles though, they will not snatch
by ~ZOMG-its-a-cow
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- Favourite style of art: manga
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People are like sammiches. Everybody has different meats an' che' an' veggies an' all that jazz wrapped up in their own bread of their choice. An' no matter how hard you may try, you will never be able to make the same sammich again. Mmm... sammich.
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People are like sammiches. Everybody has different meats an' che' an' veggies an' all that jazz wrapped up in their own bread of their choice. An' no matter how hard you may try, you will never be able to make the same sammich again. Mmm... sammich.
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People are like sammiches. Everybody has different meats an' che' an' veggies an' all that jazz wrapped up in their own bread of their choice. An' no matter how hard you may try, you will never be able to make the same sammich again. Mmm... sammich.
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