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There was a girl, maybe 3 or 4 years old And she didn't understand how real this world was. This girl lived life happily, until one day. One day, her daddy left her And her sister. And her mommy. She watched him turn his back. And all she heard from him was "I give up. I can't handle you crazies anymore." Her mommy cried. Her family cried. Heck, that little girl cried too. But not because he left, no. Because she thought it was her fault. She thought she hurt everybody. Was it because she didn't like her daddy? Is that why everyone was sad? She lived life like that for awhile. Thinking she caused pain for others. She was qu

It flickered my way. Like a little piece of hope. Hello hope. How are you? Will you help me? It flickered a yes. And I followed it. Out of the dark labyrinth that 'was' my mind. I was so young. It's funny. Looking that far back. I wonder what that light was really doing there. Was it there to save another lost soul? I was lost. But was I lost enough? Ha. It makes me laugh now. The thought, I mean. Hope made its way down the long, dark corridors. Dusty corners. Cobwebs for drapery. All of this. In my...head. Hope floated along. It ignored all of this. As it passed Cobwebs became silver. Dust was swept away So window

HOW TO SUCCEED AT BEING A NORMAL TEENAGER: (In 15 easy steps!) 1. The first step in becoming a normal, bland, and spineless individual is very simple. Never think. About anything. Ever. If you have a thought, let it go. Let someone else think for you. Thinking is hard. Let someone else do it. Save your little conformist brain cells for something less difficult. 2. Now let's talk about music. You like unique music? Not anymore! You get to listen to the same generic, repetitive sound that everyone else does. You know, that one beat over and over with the words "Yeah", "baby" and "ooh" being repeated. Lucky you! 3. To be normal, you've gotta

"No! I... I had enough...!" "Filipinas..." He couldn't bear to see her like this... To see the young girl he raised with all his heart... To see the girl he loved as much as he loved Romano... To see her bleeding with her blood pouring and flowing down to the ground... to her motherland... It was all too much for the Spaniard to bear. Her eyes were glaring at him with determination and hatred, her bolo stuck to the ground as she used it for support to stand. The Spaniard could see that for every movement she did, more wounds reopened... wounds that were already there beforehand... wounds that he inflicted upon her... He knew that he was t

Joan felt the cold stares pierce her back of the English men and women who have attended her court hearing. England sat in his large chair, staring down at her. He needed not to smirk, his eyes already said it. Joan sat down on the cold wooden chair, looking attentively at the Brit. "Ms. Joan, is there anything you will like to say before I state my verdict?" "But we didn't even have a trial! How can you pass a verdict without any evidence?" "I have all the evidence I need. Don't play dumb. Didn't you say yourself that you were some type of prophet? Lies, I tell you. Making people believe in false hope. Isn't that one of the many sins of o