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Pandora's BoxI cannot sleep, yet I can not awaken from this nightmare in which I've been taken the tears of thousands the hurt and deciet the anger of nations children left on the streets new methods of killing wars spanning time when does it stop? when to we draw the line? to end all the suffering to care for the weary downcast how long must it continue? how long must it last? will we let it continue till nothing is left? I say we focus on LIFE instead of on DEATHPandora's Box
The Differences Which Divid UsThere once were two neighboring villages.The Differences Which Divid Us
The first village was on the edge of a field, so it was known as Celadon, and the second village lay next to the sea, so it was known as Cerulean. Despite the fact that the villages lay side by side, the inhabitants hated one another. For many long years the two villages fought over frivolous differences. The Ceruleans believed that the Celadons were sly and delighted in cheating others, and the Celadons had always regarded the Ceruleans as wicked thieves.
One day, a young Cerulean named Bray went outside the boundaries of his village. He ventured out into the field wh
A Single Ray of HopeThe hall loomed in front of me, long, dark and sinister. The shadows from my flickering candle ricocheted across the decrepit walls, reaching out like fingers and whispering words unknown. It was at that moment that it came into focus, the door. It stood there taunting me, a faint light shinning through the keyhole; it beckoned me forward. How long had I wandered these dismal halls? Hoping, dreaming of escape? I reached out in front of me and grasped the rusted handle, taken aback slightly I wondered for a moment how long this door has stood here, unused, forgotten? I both loved and hated it. How long had it waited to be opened? BeA Single Ray of Hope
ChoicesMy alarm clock blared, sending the same shrill noise throughout the blackened room, breaking through the silence and the insanity of insomnia. I pulled myself up out of my stupor and listlessly prepared myself for my day. As I left my room, I turned slightly and switched off the dull light and for what would be the last time, closed the door to my safe haven, and began the long, numb ride to my personal hell.Choices
Everyone has a “house of hatred,” that places where you are not welcomed, where you’re a dehumanized and where, above all, you’re invisible. So what is my “house of hatred”? Well, I honestly wis
Tired
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i'm having paper-crane dreams tonight...
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Every man dies, not every man truly lives - Braveheart
Credit to =arkaya for my avitar
I'll be watching you...
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"When they got there, the corn was only up to George's knee, and now it's taller than he is!"
"George is clearly shrinking."
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"I don't suffer from schizophrenia. I quite enjoy it... and so do I."
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"Juliet loves the beat and the lust it commands;
drop the dagger and lather the blood on your hands
Romeo." - The Sharpest Lives, My Chemical Romance
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"Est autem fides credere quod nondum vides; cuius fidei merces est videre quod credis"
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S [h] o r [e] i
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"Juliet loves the beat and the lust it commands;
drop the dagger and lather the blood on your hands
Romeo." - The Sharpest Lives, My Chemical Romance
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