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These Mosters
Contributed by
Selene
on
Saturday, 24th April 2010 @ 03:46:47 PM in AEST
Topic:
selfstruggles
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A thoughtless but wonderous world this is. One wrong step, and a crime is committed. Intentionally or not, we are all victims of the crime.
Wish not what we are. we are monsters, and treachery is our lives. The remnants of our bones still lay in the ashes of our souls. Speak not of our name.
So is what we are, a lie driven by insanity? Or a will, given by instinct?
Our lives each day are numbered, and watched closely. We each have an expiration date. Though we choose to live our lives by cruelty and violence.
Monsters we are, shall we forever embark on this long journey hell. 2010
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Selene
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2010-04-24 15:46:47] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: These Mosters
(User Rating: 1 ) by Sheveg on
Sunday, 9th May 2010 @ 12:56:26 PM AEST (User
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I think that I'm in pain at times, but I feel for you. It seems like you have been hurt deeply.
I'm sorry. |
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