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I was exploring the sacred fair grounds one day. And entered the ancient house. The old house would rock back and forth, enough to make me slide across the room. I was on the top floor I could feel the ground bend with each step.   There was a room with a crooked door. In this room, there was a dip in the floor. It seemed that gravity it self was slanted towards the dip. The house began to rock violently and I slid into it. But instead of falling though, the house rolled upside down. The old house had countless stories and was over crowded with fair goers. Yet, none were harmed as it crumbled beneath their feet.   &

The sun went down Time now for horrible sould sucking anziety Lonelyness ensues. My heart bleeds Feels like my soul implodes this is my pergatory Things that resemble intelligent life are illusion I've gotten used to being on the verge of tears Nothing gives in the attack never stops I look at my own face in horror A punishment for my sins Confused by how little I see. I've had nightmears as a result of this but I'm currently being treated for depression somethingelse.........? Death creaps where I look. Knowing little of joy how I envy the smileing Their pain validates mine The only thing I can stomach Knowing little of

All my life, every time I had something some one would come and just take it. My parents would do nothing Turn the other cheek, hoping that god would bless them. I am not like my parents. with a belife that god only helps those who help themselves. If we are not willing to fight for what we have that it was never truly ours. through this god will grants the power to rise against those who airm to harm us This is why I fight.

the world ended, every one knew it I knew my building would fall I begged a buss driver to give me a ride home So I could se with my won eyes their demises. My heart blead for them and i paniced. I fled in a car with my friends I told him it wouldn't make it up the hill and violently we tubled down. I alone limped away I looked to the natives for earths wisdom they let me sample their lotion I stepped in the food they asked me to leave.

I was lost on a super highway. Corpses littered the streets, They littered the gutters, They hung from billboards in clear orange plastac bags, As the panicing parametics poked at them with long sticks. .................what sick fuck...???? All murdured. A beautiful yellow eyed, red haired man, ignored me....... As he was slumped against the ballasts........... We will never love.... It became dark in the superstore parkinglot...........We are alone... We are not alone!!! We are the property of our harvestors. I screamed. He shoved the pencil down my throught to silence me. ...heh....turned out to be a nice guy. It is fut

I'm not a real person, I don't exist. If you cut me I laugh. If you hurt me it's funny. To you, any way, I have no emotions. I'M NOT REAL!!!! I'm so easy to hate, I'm so easy to hurt. Hell, I hate and hurt my self more than you do. There is nothing wrong with it, I deserve it. I'M NOT REAL!!!! Wouldn't it be funny if I died? I can't handle shit, so I kill myself. "Ha ha she is bleeding to death on the inside." "What a joke she can't bleed." I'M NOT REAL!!! I'm not real, I can't cry. Only real people can show emotion. Only real people have people who love them. Only feel bad for hurting real people I'M NOT REAL!!! Gather ar

I'm dieing on the inside. My heart turns to black. The pain is worse every second. When will it finally end? When will the pain explode? When will the rot take over? Too late to stop the pain? Too late to stop its reign? I cut myself to find control. I kill myself when I lose it! Pain too much to show. Only one way to let it go! So many differnt people. All fighting for control. Kill each other every moment. Reincarnated every second. Let the pain die. Let the struggle stop! Death is my only true freedom. Death is my only peace.

How can they all just keep smiling? They have no reason to smile. How can they keep living? With no reason to live? Don't they understand they have no purpose? Don't they get there sacrifice is in vain? Every time they cry, there tears are soon forgotten. And every thing they say has no meaning. Yet some how they live with the hope. To find a reason to live. Looking for a treasure a million more seek. And yet they all find the same. A hope so high, it keeps them alive. They need it to live, like the air we breath. Avoiding the truth, like they avoid pain. And block it out like a sad memory. And eventually they forget the t