prolouge
Once upon a time in a country far across the sea, there stood a tall hill all alone. Many a man had come from a far to try and claim it, while others had come just to climb it.
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- 758 reads
kiss?
Darkened scenes from a forgotten play Nightime traces her fingers through your hair; A whispered word makes the pain bearable As a lifetime of shame seems to disappear. Tilt you head back
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- 605 reads
goodbye
Am I a monster? No... Then why am I so lonely? Because... Is there something wrong with me? No... Spring came and left once again. The winter sun shines brightly.
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- 514 reads
alone...
once upon a time in a land far, far away, someone died. it was not dramatic, nor was it special. they just died. the person was not important,
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- 540 reads
fuck love.
can you smile now that you're gone? was it really worth all the trouble? can you truly be happy, now that you've broke my heart? fuck love. if you wanted to use me,
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- 446 reads
a game.
Hide and seek. Can you find me? Am I hiding In the dark? Tag you’re it. Can you catch me? Will you love me Like your own? Marco polo. Can you sense me? Am I senseless Of your love?
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- 605 reads
the truth behind the lies
Hello... I just wanted to ask you, I don't mean to pry, Or be a bothersome menace; I'm just trying to ask a question. Who am I? You used to call me your own.
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- 650 reads
the cursed race
We are all cursed beings. From the day we are born to the day that we die, we must live in either fear or harmony. Yet the fear no matter how strong will always remain.
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- 543 reads
death of the maker
You loved me though I wasn’t me You cared enough to create me Now that you’re lying there And I am standing here This wicked blade must not serve
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- 768 reads