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Endless Seal part 4Tom walked to the convenience store early in the morning, suddenly he received a call.Endless Seal part 4
‘Uh, hello? Who is this?’
‘My name is not important right now friend, the important thing is that you are in serious danger. Two specialised groups of people are after you.’
‘What do you mean?’
‘The thing that is growing on your finger, one wants to control it and use it, other wants to annihilate it and you with it.’
‘How do you know that? And why are you telling me this?’
‘I know it because I have infiltrated both


Sweet gruesome angel part 1“Hah-aha-ha-ha” The laughter still rung in his ears as he sat at the bar. He sighed deeply as he looked at the “half-empty” glass of beer.Sweet gruesome angel part 1
‘Rough day huh?’ A woman said as she sat down next to him. She had black hair that almost shimmered with blue tones. He looked into her eyes, black deep.
He lost himself looking into those eyes.
‘Excuse me?’ She queried as she tilted her head.
‘Sorry, I’m kinda distant today.’ He laughed nervously.
‘Got dumped?’ She asked boldly as she ordered a beer.
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Bound by feelingsI look before me I cannot speak or move Troubled I sit looking upon them Hatred and anger surround meBound by feelings
Feelings I want to avoid engulf me As if they were chains that bind me Keep me from reaching my goals But I hold onto them
I hold onto the shackles around my hands In fear that I may be free I may do wrong and regret it all I am bound to hatred by love
I want to avoid it But there is no escape I am bound by fate To exist holding onto the anger Bound by my feelings


Alone in a crowded roomI sit across the room from you Alone amidst the people around me The teacher speaks I look at him then I look at youAlone in a crowded room
Leading an argument you look confident Me unable to add even a word Quietly accepting my fate Separated from you by few metres
Our sights meet once in a while Giving hope and then taking it away Leaving me breathless Sitting alone in a crowded room


I hate it.I hate it.
I hate it when you whisper soft words of sugary sweet compliments(lies). They fill me up inside with fireflies nope, not butterflies, fireflies, because fireflies glow like stars & are beautiful that way. They glow of warmth, of hope, of dreams. Butterflies are not made of light, not like the stars. Those compliments(lies) you whisper make my day. They are the reason I laugh, sing, skip & dance. They are the reason I smile. & they arent just any ordinary compliments(lies) oh no, they are compliments(lies) of my very soul. How gorgeous it is, how unique it is, how pure it is. Mere compliments(lies) of looks mean noth


Flickering LightsYou slowly open your eyes then squeeze them shut again. You try to sit up but you feel the straps around your legs, all over your arms and an extremely tight one over your forehead. You close your eyes once more and breathe deeply. You slowly open your eyes once again.Flickering Lights
And above you, you see one large hanging light, about five feet above your body. And it flickers. You groan in pain at the flickering lights, you must have had your eyes closed for so long that they had become sensitive.
You try to move you head away and close your eyes but it is no use, there is no will left in your body, you just cant move at
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i am what i am, and that is more than enough...
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i am what i am, and that is more than enough...
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i am what i am, and that is more than enough...
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We are born to live
we live to teach
we teach to be remembered
we are remembered because we die
we die because have lived.
My email address: jasuke@yahoo.co.uk
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i am what i am, and that is more than enough...
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i am what i am, and that is more than enough...
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We are born to live
we live to teach
we teach to be remembered
we are remembered because we die
we die because have lived.
My email address: jasuke@yahoo.co.uk
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i am what i am, and that is more than enough...
talk to you 2morrow...
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i am what i am, and that is more than enough...
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We are born to live
we live to teach
we teach to be remembered
we are remembered because we die
we die because have lived.
My email address: jasuke@yahoo.co.uk
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