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 Posted: Sun Jun 21, 2009 8:11 pm
 
I can't escape this hell
So many times I've tried
But I'm still caged inside
Somebody get me through this nightmare
I can't control myself
So what if you can see the darkest side of me
No one will ever change this animal I have become
Help me believe it's not the real me
Somebody help me tame this animal!
This animal, this animal
I can't escape myself
So many times I've lied
But there's still rage inside
Somebody get me through this nightmare
I can't control myself
So what if you can see the darkest side of me
No one will ever change this animal I have become
Help me believe it's not the real me
Somebody help me tame this animal I have become
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Posted: Sun Jun 21, 2009 8:23 pm
Willow was alone again. Nobody understood why she looked the way she did or cared. It sickened her. Though she may look disfigured on the outside she did have a heart. She was treated like a mutation.
She stayed close to the shadows to protect herself from burning her bare skin. It hurt and she could pass out in minutes. She let out a sigh and padded along slowly.
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Posted: Sat Jun 27, 2009 6:12 pm
There was a strange small, but obvious, sound coming from the shadows further down and as Willow drew closer she may have heard him.
Worcestor was lurking in the shadows, the black pits of his eyes making everything about him seem creepier as his pure white fur seemed to glow, at least the parts that could be seen underneath his clothing.
Certain words were louder than others, some of the words that tended to pop up were, "Bloody rat", "Kill'em", and "Get him." His tail tapped against the ground quietly as he continued his rambling, completely oblivious of the approaching lioness.
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Posted: Sat Jun 27, 2009 6:20 pm
Indeed, as she walked just feet from the shadows, Willow heard random wording, until she froze upon seeing those black pits of eyes and that ghostly white fur. It did not scare her. She'd simply not expected to see such a thing.
"Hello." Her voice seemed almost hollow. Like it had an echo to it. That had always annoyed her, but she ignored it for the moment. He seemed oblivious of her being there.
As he continued on she simply sat back on her haunches, her torn shirt hanging from her burned shoulders. "What are you doing?"
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