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Why did the moth fall for the star? The answer to that one is easy by far. But why did beauty fall for the beast? She wouldn’t. The fairytale ending has ceased. But what if she did fall, head over heels? You can’t imagine how terrible it feels. To be so afraid of what people think. ... - Fiction > RomanceI loved that day. But I hated it, too. Here’s how I live: be one person. One. Solid. Person. I hate movement. And change. So, naturally, I hate Rollercoasters. But he loves them, so I love them, too. Complete hate’s not good, but neither is complete love. You need balance. And since you canâ€...
- Poetry > All PoetryI am a person, I am good and evil, but, That is what I am. I am a human, I am not always right, but, That is what I am. I am youth-ism, I am always changing, but, That is what I am. I am a lost soul, I am to fall deep down, but, That is what I am. I am a legend, I am shameless ...
- Poetry > All PoetryI would have cried out, If there actually was a way. I probably would have screamed, But all I could do was stay, Precisely were they put me, To watch with hungry eyes. Feeding off my torture, And their never ending lies. All I do is feed them, That’s all my purpose meant. From thei...
- Fiction > Sci-fi/Fantasy25th November 2709 Dear Fordon, It’s been a long time since I’ve talked to you (if you can call our conversations talk) and I’m sorry but there’s been a lot going on. Hiding has been ever harder and we’ve barley been able to move for the past few days. Brandon put the shields up again so...
- Fiction > Sci-fi/FantasyI hadn't seen her go out. Nor had I heard the click of the door shutting behind her; but sometime within the last few seconds, she'd run for it. Maybe I just hadn't noticed. I knew she wasn't a chicken ' there had to be a good reason for all this. She would explain, in her own time. I tried convinci...
- Poetry > All PoetryI don't want to hurt you, You know that right? I don't know how to tell you, But I think I just might. We're constant running circles, You and I ' we're the same. I can read you like a book, And you'll match my own game. I'm just a kid remember, The one who's supposed to learn. The har...
- Poetry > All PoetryI see the tides wash over sand, When he's not here, life is bland. Our shoes are dirty, he doesn't care, Fighting over an out-door chair. We are forbidden, even unsure, I think I've known this feeling before. Wanting, longing under the trees, Not long after the hectic seas. That moment was s...
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