Yet, it's funny how it takes a life crisis to bring out the creativity in me....
If you want to know why I was in the hospital, send a note.


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Such passion in such a burdened being, and such a violent hatred that lived deep inside this one being, yet, such beauty was created from the hands of a beautiful monster. The room was empty save for one painting. A blank canvas that still lay to be used, and Lilly merely stared at it.
Lilly would pick up the brush and then set it down again. Again and again she would pick up the brush and place it back in its place next to her. Lilly sat upon the ground, cross legged. She had long since stared at the blank canvas, and when questioned, she merely stated,
"I am in the process of thinking." &


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When Lilly awoke, Jaden was not in the coffin with her. She had been left alone, all alone in the coffin. Panic entwined inside her dead heart as she crawled out of the death bed. Lilly looked around the cellar and listened. There was no sound inside the room. A fear panged her. Was she alone, completely alone?
Lilly stood to her feet and walked up the stairway to the cellar doors. As she exposed herself to the night, she noticed that the sky was filled with storm clouds. No moon would be seen tonight.
"Jaden " her voiced squeaked out. There was nothing but the wind of winter to greet her with a


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Deep in the dark bowels of the earth, the maze tunnels entwined upon themselves. If one had not known how to cross the tunnels of the labyrinth, one would forever be lost and would never be found. Their corpse would rot unknown to the world. Their very existence would be forgotten.
Lilly looked around in the darkness and witnessed the rough rock walls that surrounded them: they were jagged and black with age. Luisa Antoinette walked slowly down the stairway, letting her hand, her finger tips; gently scrape across the sharp edges of the walls. The darkness was no match to Lilly, and it was more of the ac


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When Lilly's eyes opened, all she saw was the velvet fabric, and the coffin's door. She was lying alone in the coffin, and panic took over her as she pushed her hands hard against the coffin's door. The coffin door gave way easily, and Lilly crawled out almost desperately. Lilly looked around the room, at the large furniture, and saw that she was alone. Bloody tears were beginning to form in her eyes as she hugged her legs, bringing her knees to her chin. Lilly closed her eyes, and rocked back and forth.
She was alone, alone in the coffin when she awoke, and a feeling of being left behind rushed through her veins.
i cant get myspace to work, i feel bad o: mine is myspace.com/silhouettehedgie if you get on before me tomorrow
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Available only in the state of confusion (void where prohibited)
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I haven't lost my mind - It's backed up on disk somewhere...
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"Pie lover"
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Hi, I am Sam. I am a bookworm and I love it!
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Andrew
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*ATTENTION!!!! Dear devoted fans of Inuyasha, if you, too, like me, wish to bring back the series with new episodes, please contribute to the petition at [link] every signature counts. Thank you! (Please be so kind to pass this message)*
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I SO LOST
I have a new story up on this site, A Sociopath's Mind. It's in a peom-like format. I wrote a version of a story of mine in free-verse for experimentation.
I'm never satisfied with my own work, it you can even call it such, I'm my worst critic.
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It takes a life crisis to realize that you have something to live for, for me it is writing.
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