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Blurbs from a sick mind to a blank audience
A simple tale, not of me, but of my mind. There is little that will not be fiction among these pages, but they will hold a truth about ME that few will be able to separate from the fiction.
Last Login: 01/01/2021 9:00 am
Gender: Female
Birthday: 12/21
A simple tale, not of me, but of my mind. There is little that will not be fiction among these pages, but they will hold a truth about ME that few will be able to separate from the fiction.
"And so the lion fell in love with
"What a stupid lamb," I sighed.
"What a sick, masochistic lion."
"Are you
like a
bear
too?"
I asked in a low voice.
"More like
a lion,
or so
they tell me."
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"It sounded like you were having
"And then," he whispered
"as you were sleeping,
You spoke so clearly,
But you rolled over restlessly
the lamb...," he murmured.
Bella for lunch,
and we came to see
if you would share," Alice announced.
you said my name.
at first, I thought you'd woken.
and mumbled my name once more,
and sighed.
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"He looks at you like
...like you're something to eat,"
he continued, ignoring me.
I choked back the hysteria
that threatened to explode,
but a small giggle managed
to get out despite my efforts.
So its not so much of an 'about
me' as an example of my
normal thoughts.
People are hard. You can think
you know someone, anyone,
and yet you don't. All you can
ever know is what they
show you. And what does that
tell you? That we are all
good liars. That we are all
actors of a sort. From the
day you are born things are a
lie. Your parents tell you
that you are going to be fine in
the world. That its a
beautiful place. And to them it
might be because they
have you, and they will
forever. But the truth is the
world is not a beautiful place
and even if they do have
you till the day they die, you
will not have them. Death
is a fact of life. It is something
we are taught to fear,
but we shouldn't. It's another
lie. Everything is a lie.
One should fear death no more
than one should be afraid
of the boogyman. Not because
it isn't real, but because
it is no more than an end.Just
like to the end of a book,
or magazine. The end of your
life is no more than an
escape.It's no more than the
end of your book. It is no
more than the end of this
passage; the death of it.
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About me?
Nah...
but this
will do
VVV
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Yeah, I saw the movie XD
I like twilight too, btw XD