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Welcome to the world where nothing is as it seems... Welcome to the world where no one is who they say... Welcome to the world where anything can happen... Welcome...to my world...
A voice is echoing somewhere far off. You hear it and run. The voice comes closer. You can now hear it whispering your name. It want you. You run fastser, harder, but it isn't enough. The voice and its beholder catches up to you. It is not alone. All around you are those you have done wrong. All around you are those of whom you took something from...something very dear and very important. All around you are lifeless creatures come back from the dead to take revenge on the one person that ended their existance...They are all here for you. You took their lives...now they want something back. As they advance upon you, you notice a single soul. A slight breeze blows and it is as if time has frozen. The soul is that of a little girl. She is holding a little teddy bear and is stairing right at you. Her long silver hair is blowing in the breeze and those little blue eyes are boring holes into you. The girl bears a striking resemblance to yourself and the spirt woman next to her. The woman has the little girl's hand. The two turn then and there. In the last moment before the spirts completley surround you and take your life, you hear a quiet sing-song voice. It is saying a single word... "Daddy..." You are surrounded. With your last breath, you whisper two words..."I'm sorry..."
GAH! EVIL FLYING BUNNEHS!!!!
Alone
By: Edgar Allen Poe
From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were -- I have not seen
As others saw -- I could not bring
My passions from a common spring --
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow -- I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone --
And all I lov'd -- I lov'd alone --
Then -- in my childhood -- in the dawn
Of a most stormy life -- was drawn
From ev'ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still --
From the torrent, or the fountain --
From the red cliff of the mountain --
From the sun that 'round me roll'd
In its autumn tint of gold --
From the lightning in the sky
As it pass'd me flying by --
From the thunder, and the storm --
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view --
What do ya think?
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remember me from fishing yesterday?
well i think it was yesterday
hmmmm..