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White for InnocenceI had carefully picked out the outfit for our date a week ahead of time; I’d come across this beautiful shirt that brought out the green in my eyes and a pair of skinny jeans to go with it. Shoes were the only thing I’d gotten last minute, because I hate to buy shoes, but I still found the perfect black pumps and bought them without a second thought. Hair and make-up was something I normally wouldn’t care that much about; I did the basic every day, but hardly ever more than that. So on top of my everyday foundation and mascara, I put on some eyeliner and modest lip-gloss. I could only hope I looked acceptable, as Nathaniel hadWhite for Innocence
by ~crash-green
The Land of the Blue GrassOnce upon a time in a place close to home, a hyperactive, rabbit with fangs named Roderigo jumped around outside his lair. He was out for a hunt, wanting a golden flower for his breakfast. In the land of blue grass and purple pumpkin trees, all the animals were pink. As he jumped around, the wasps followed him. In this dreary land, the wasps were pink and bit you instead of stinging you. After they bit you, they’d tell you a hilarious story, which you wouldn’t understand if you weren’t a wasp, and then they’d bite you again for not laughing before leaving you alone for a while. Roderigo was lucky enough to escape the waspsThe Land of the Blue Grass
by ~crash-green
IntroductionIt all dates back to high school, this series of events that will soon be told. We were good friends, every one of us; we just didn’t like each other for some reason. Then again, we were nine girls hanging together every single day, almost all the time at school, that would be almost 35 hours a week, then some times in the evenings too. But most of our disagreements happened during school.Introduction
The first year we went to school together, we weren’t together all nine of us, we were in groups of three or four, coming from different schools and being in different classes kept us apart, at least in the beginning, before we becam
by ~crash-green
End of the CircleShe's always on thin ice That's threatening to break down The ice is breaking Hurry, she can't swimEnd of the Circle
Turn the pain inside out Make it hurt, Make it hurt Life's not worth it Bathe in blood, Bathe in blood They don't know she longs for death
Something lurks in the dark Feeding the emptiness inside Something caught her heart Devouring it slowly from the inside
How will she escape this darkness? Make it hurt, Make it hurt Inside she's screaming and crying Bathe in blood, Bathe in blood She already feels dead.
She
by ~crash-green
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I'm a work of Art myself
There's Scars that I've left
And it's still within me
Due to the lack Of not ever expressing
How I really feel
And when it's gone it's left with nothing inside
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