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*SIGH*...my account has been hacked and just about all of my evolving items have been stolen. I lost...Picolitrosso's Urn (4th Gen), Fallen Wish (1st Gen), Elemental Wings, Gogh Reed (3rd Gen), Alruna's Rose (12th Gen), and Rich Copper Slinky Split Dress. I worked hard to get those items and i hope no one hacks your account and steals items from you because it majorly sucks.
You laugh when I make a joke,
You hold me when I need it most.
You kiss me when I have to leave.
In this relation ship there is something there's not meant to be.
It's like a barrier,
A wall or a giant fog.
I'm loosing you slowly,
You're fading away along with everything else.
My heart can't make up it's mind.
It wants you here and loves you,
But it wants to leave...to love no more.
Love is a complicated word.
It means you want to be with a person no matter what.
People use it as if love was less,
I can't say I love you.
I can't tell you how I feel.
But I can say,
I want you to be mine and no one else's,
To have and to hold for better or for worse.
My heart is disagreeing,
"No, leave, we don't want you here."
My soul wants nothing more than to be with you,
"Yes, stay, don't leave."
My eyes look at you every day,
What a great guy.
My eyes are blurry now,
I'm trying not to cry.
I wish I could tell you this,
In words that aren't so simple.
But every time I see you,
I fall in love again.
(One of my buddies!)
Song Of Love
Love is music
It sings you its song
Of promise and joy
The heart is the tempo,
A steady beat of a drum
The rythmn increases
With every tender caress
Our love is the dance
That everyone wants to learn
Even the shortest chords
Can hold us together
The melody of love
Is the song of our hearts
We make our own story,
Our own story of love
The *captive* shuddered in her cold, dark cell. She wanted to commit *suicide*, they were surely going to kill her. She thought back and wished she had never become a *beautician*. Why had she given that *porter a haircut? All she wanted wan an *autograph* from him. The last thing she remembered seeing was a bright *neon* sign. She could not *adapt* to this darkness. She *scribbled* in her diary, not knowing the day, for she had stopped counting long ago. All of a sudden she was being attacked by multiple *centipedes*. Their *incisors* cut deep in her skin and soul. she died a slow and painful death, never to be found. A flying monkey did find her though, he popped our of the giant *aquarium* a few seconds later and drug her body out of the dark cell. Her friends and family grieved for days over their lost loved one, and the monkey went back to Africa.
...This is a story that i wrote with two friends(katie & hannah)...we had to use certain words(we were given a really big list)in it so we had a lot of fun making it up as we went along(this was for school by the way). the words with the * next to them mean that those were the words that we had to use(just to let ya know)...