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Rebirth
Contributed by
assassinatorgirl
on
Thursday, 13th January 2005 @ 07:53:50 PM in AEST
Topic:
StoryPoetry
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She never had any dreams
She never wanted anything more
Perfectly content
Or was it just apathy?
Her mother told her
When she was young
Love and dreams
Make the heart grow strong.
But she wanted to be weak.
A new sensation every second
Weaker and iller she fell
Her dark eyes blackened
And she would never tell
Her emotions soared
And people found,
That they were never bored
Of their toy to the world.
They could make her feel
what they wanted her to feel.
And one day she grew tired,
So very tired.
The little girl with her ponytail
Swinging back and forth on a swing
And whistling a children's song.
She felt something stir
In her small breast
And out popped another girl,
Who promptly killed her.
The girl looked the same,
but she was somewhat insane,
With the girl's cute bloody head in her little hand.
And with expertise
She fell to her knees
To bury her young body
A body that had made her.
A body that had with a stir
Created this demon monster
Who in the end just killed off everyone else because she hates them.
Copyright ©
assassinatorgirl
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2005-01-13 19:53:50] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Rebirth
(User Rating: 1 ) by visualizing_life on
Friday, 14th January 2005 @ 11:52:18 AM AEST (User
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very nice i like it its sounds kinda like excorsist but a little different....i like the darkness that it holds... |
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Re: Rebirth
(User Rating: 1 ) by Spazzo on
Friday, 21st January 2005 @ 12:26:06 PM AEST (User
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Pretty dark.
Spazzo |
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