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We were all sitting in the auditorium underneath the classrooms. It was big and sparse, the only luxury being the chairs and the projector. Perfect, for us.
"Thế là tôi bước lại gần ô cửa sổ bằng kính khổng lồ, dõi mắt theo mười một bến tàu điện ngầm và nhìn về cuối chặng đường: chẳng thấy hay tưởng tượng nổi mái nhà nào ở đó.
I'm the knowing eyes you look into, Your fears are relived. I watch you with the fear you look at me. Replaying to you all you did.
Part 3 --------- It suddenly became cold, her eyes flickered open. "She's awake!" I heard someone shout, it sounded as if they were miles away.
-Part 2 As I kicked the pebbles off the path and onto the road I tried quite desperately to remember the way into the village. Was it first or second turning at the farm shop.
That night was hazy. I know the exact time the blade sliced my skin. 11:02pm. I know the time the blood finally stopped flowing. 11:38pm. Little else is clear in my mind. I don't know why I did it.
I see two grey eyes, Filled with tears. I see one small nose, Sniffing at the smears. I see two eyebrows, Furrowed in confusion. I see two cheeks, With a flushed illusion.
I'm sorry my heart is taken, By a very different guy. Sorry, I'm not interested. No matter how you try. I'm sorry that I'm crying, Been apart for far too long. It's not my fault he messed.
(@patdolan83) I saw it........it happened, Right in front of my eyes, But wait........it couldn't of happened, My brain's telling me a lie.
(@patdolan83) I saw it........it happened Right in front of my eyes But wait........it couldn't of happened My brains telling me a lie.
You gotta read this one with an open mind.
Bound and gagged,. Tied at the wrists,. Covered in boils,. And oozing cysts,. A heart, kidnapped,. Held in a trap,. Beating on one side,. A lonely handicap,. Found in the dark,.
Warning!. Very dark and somewhat disturbing!.
#firstlove Water laps around me, Pulling me under, Soothing my burnt skin, From my killing wonder. The car we one sat in, Was lit up with flames, Until I drove us in, The lake with sudden waves.
There are 52 cards in a pack of playing cards. And 52 weeks in the year. There have been 52 lies that he told her. That makes 52 weeks full of tears. There are 4 suits in each pack.
@Davedave16 #emotion #insanity Tearing down my walls of strength, Head first, diving in Air crystallizes and I cannot breathe My descent will soon begin.
#halloweenparty. A misty fog. Shrouds my sight. As I venture. Into the darkening night. Stalk along alleys. Hidden well. None shall know. None shall tell. Stride blindly. Through the thick blanket.
Go on, hide your face. Hide it well. Reality can scar you Scar you with blackmail, harassment and the bitter truth. Guilt and self esteem, two different dimensions.
Flames licking at the charred remains from the year. A memory they would forever hold so dear. She weeps into his coat, her body now a wreck. He stands there, resolute, feelings in check.
A weak heart. For a weak mind. For those torn apart. And left behind. The shadows sneak up. They snatch and grab. Your blood starts to run. You're bleeding and blue. On the floor you are broken.
I'm in a dark room. the walls are a dark gray, and the floor is concrete. There are two mats on the floor, the kind you find in a gym.
I fear I've reached the end, Lost it all, Nothing even to defend. I always pictured This day far ahead. I didn't realize my sanity hung By a single thread. I locked myself In a cage, I created.
When a smile is wiped away, And a frown is left instead. Those feelings cloud your mind, Would you be better dead. I can feel the bullet digging, It is lodged inside my throat.
Adult content only My name is Rachel Turner and I was 24 years old when I was murdered. I worked in telesales, a job that although I enjoyed it, was not planning on doing for the rest of my...