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Indescribable Event
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Indescribable Event |
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xTr3m3sT Member
since 2008-03-03
Posts 415 |
Walking through the hallway of death to my demise, I look around the walls, seeing pictures through dark black eyes, The picture represent parts of my soul that have died, A new picture appears besides me, and I start to cry. It's a picture of a boy, so young and innocent, His face is illuminating with gold, as if he was heaven sent. The picture quickly rots away and the beauty fades like a withering rose, I'm standing in this hall shaken and wallowing, holding the picture close. The picture disapears from my cold hands and I continue on, Walking like a flexible statue, all emotion quickly gone. A portal opens up, black swirls and red droplets of blood consume me, I'm trying to escape, I'm trying to break free, |
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Robert E. Jordan Member Rara Avis
since 2008-01-25
Posts 8541Philadelphia, Pennsylvania |
XTr3m3sT, Anyone can break free of anything. All it takes is will, and skill. Bobby |
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Larrysmom Senior Member
since 2008-04-03
Posts 533Florida, USA |
xTr3m3sT As Bobby said, Will and skill... This is awesome. Tammy<333 |
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