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The last Rose petal

As the wind howled through the eaves of the house the world seemed to shudder. The abandonment of this place by the rest of the world was felt by the very fabric of reality. The trees like great sentries along the long driveway were bent inwards, seemingly trying to hide the house from the people who had made it what it was. Their great branches hang like strange tentacles that try to grab at anything that tried to enter. They whistle to each other telling each other of what’s coming.
The single grave stood in front of the house, aged and dilapidated, but still strong. Like a great gargoyle it stood there staring down the dr

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God Is DeadGod's robes flapped around him as he looked over the edge and onto the street below.
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"Jesus Christ! Look! "Oh my god!" "Where's my camera?"
He turned and faced the security guard, who stopped walking and gazed upon the face of God. He'd been crying.

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Perfect.She sits and stares into her mirror. And she figures, that she's really not perfect. She figures, that there'd really be no point in it all, because it wouldn't make her perfect. And it wouldn't make her stand out. And it wouldn't make her different.

And in the end,
She figures,

That was probably too much for him anyway. Perfect.
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Sat Nov 17, 2007, 6:51 AM

Mood: Hopeless
Reading: Atonement
Eating: Sausage roll
Drinking: Coke

Everyone expects so much from me, and i just can't deliver. Theres too much pressure.

Later...

My head is about to explode. I am being crushed.

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~XIXO7 Nov 6, 2007, 10:20:07 PM

thanks ..

again and again

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"I'm a Visual entity in physical form, enlightened by the spirit of truth that exists to fulfill one purpose, to glorify my master, my creator and my everything..."

~phanabellia Nov 6, 2007, 12:47:28 AM

thanks

~music-kitten Nov 5, 2007, 10:40:18 PM

Thanks for the fav

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~kalix Nov 5, 2007, 12:12:36 PM

Thanks for the

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~xbelle Nov 4, 2007, 8:10:25 AM

Thank you very much for the +fav! I really appreciate it (:

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~suedollin Nov 4, 2007, 6:56:24 AM

Thanks for the fave on Curl Your Toes. Much appreciated.

~sweetballerina Nov 2, 2007, 1:18:46 PM

thanks for the favorite on Irony

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"I know this is kind of morbid, but pretend you're in a horror movie, and a hook has just caught you in the chest, now it's pulling you up.'

How can I stop crying, when the only one that can make me stop, is the one who made me start?