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Don't step on the mome raths!
I'm lost and I don't know where I am.
Wandering through what seems like an endless forest. Many questions burn in my mind. "Where am I? How did I get here? Will I ever get home?" Everything is dark and unfamiliar, everything scares me. I begin to walk, hoping to find an exit. I look around, only to find eyes looking back. My heart skips a beat, chills run through my body. I start walking faster. I don't belong here I know it and so did the forest. Those eyes burn holes into me, into my soul. "Hoo, Hoo, Who are you?" Owls mock me, laugh at me. "I know who I am!" Fear grabs hold of me, my walk becomes a run. My face becomes white, my hands are shaking. The wind rustles through the leaves on the trees. "Why are you here?" The trees are even speaking to me, how did I get here? I just want to go home. I run faster, not knowing where I am going to end up. My vision becomes blurry, everything seems to be closing around me. Am I still running? No... My knees hit the ground. But for what purpose? Why should they? The wind blows once more, it too speaks to me. "Why would you leave?" Why would I leave? I don't belong. Here I can not stay. I force myself to stand, leaves me falling further into a sea of despair and torment. I fall to the ground. The ground is cold at first but becomes warm as if to welcome me. The moon is coming out, maybe to guide me home? Leaves begin to fall on my body. "A blanket from mother?" Every leaf covers a part of my body till nothing is shown. "I feel so warm, where am I?" The wind blows the leaves, uncovering nothing. The moon glows on an empty spot. "I am home at last, But who am I?" Everything is not scarey anymore, I am home. "Am I anything to care about? Anything to know about?"

Joshism 303 And How I perfected God.
Enough Said.

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aerobics

Report | 05/31/2008 1:37 pm

aerobics

thank you for the purchases
Zombie Monroe

Report | 09/21/2007 2:14 pm

Zombie Monroe

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Safire

Report | 08/10/2007 6:33 pm

Safire

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Report | 08/06/2007 11:38 am

_Rainbow_Monkey_x

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Sour-and-sweet

Report | 07/10/2007 10:04 pm

Sour-and-sweet

♠ You're most welcome. ^^ ♠
Orgasm-In-A-Box

Report | 05/01/2007 8:33 pm

Orgasm-In-A-Box

cool profile...
Sour-and-sweet

Report | 04/29/2007 12:02 pm

Sour-and-sweet

I must say, I adore your user name. Sorry, I wanted to say that, plus like the story on your profile.
Le Bete Noire Cris

Report | 04/09/2007 6:41 pm

Le Bete Noire Cris

Omg thank you soo much! heart
coffsbabe16

Report | 04/06/2007 10:45 pm

coffsbabe16

i change my mind you are mean you don't talk 2 me anymore crying
coffsbabe16

Report | 03/23/2007 4:21 am

coffsbabe16

ok your not mean anymore

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