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 Posted: Sat Apr 25, 2009 4:24 pm
Everyone thinks about doing something bad.
Fantasizes about it, wants to do it.
What stops us? Consequences. Morals.
This is a thread in which I hope that the inner voice will come out, and that sadistic child that wants to burn everything to the ground will come out to play.
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Posted: Sat Apr 25, 2009 5:47 pm
If I were to do that, give away my huge amount of morals, I don't know where I would be or who I am anymore.
But my OOC Acropilis is willing to play...
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Posted: Mon Apr 27, 2009 7:48 am
Hate is a seed that is planted when all love for life and oneself is taken away, leaving the soil barren. This cracked dirt, bereft of nurture is where the root of hate takes hold. Where once there could have been something green to grow there, now a twisted gray root of hatred takes hold, strangling whatever life there was left away.
I live here now. Through the tears I shed over things that should never have happened, my regret eats me up and gnaws at the tenderest of places that I once had. I am hardened now. Packed clay dirt that leaves itself open raw in the vague hope that rain will wash away it's dry exterior
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