"There's a place that humans like to call... home."
"Your point is?" She looks at him.
"Well, Lilith, I believe we need to find out where our accueil is."
"We're demons, Damon. accueil is hell for us."
"But we don't have to have one home?"
"Are toi insisting on stealing a child?"
"Make a new Alice since the other one is dead now."
"You do know, this one will be eaten par the lord again if we do so."
"Who cares?"
The two demons shrug.
The clock struck nine o' clock. Anna was sound asleep in lit as for her father watched the news channel for awhile. The lights in the cuisine seemed to have gone out and nothing mattered with the poor man's sight.
Down the suivant block was a woman, and in a apartment above was a girl named Jayren. She watched the woman stop par a group of men and one took her hand and went into a mobile van. A hooker was never going the right way and sometimes they would have to testify if they may.
Jayren Perchi, only a seventeen an old, watched at the city down bellow. Her imagination seems to be while for in fact that hookie looked like a burden child. One with clipped on small nails and a file to keep the sharp ones hid. Her face for a moment looked like a blurred hell.
_REALITY_
"I can sense stupidity along the empty day."
"Maybe you're smelling your self toi stupid idiot."
"Lilith, I should break those sharp outline knives in your mouth."
"You're a pathetic excuse to when it comes to smiles, and knowing how to be a person is just a coincidence."
"Maybe I'll choke on some glass."
"Cut off any remaindings that I see, how dare toi purchase something without me!"
Another plate broke to the dinning floor and the slaves cleaned up the mess that the Queen made.
~~~A Fable That Changed Her Identity~~~
"Your point is?" She looks at him.
"Well, Lilith, I believe we need to find out where our accueil is."
"We're demons, Damon. accueil is hell for us."
"But we don't have to have one home?"
"Are toi insisting on stealing a child?"
"Make a new Alice since the other one is dead now."
"You do know, this one will be eaten par the lord again if we do so."
"Who cares?"
The two demons shrug.
The clock struck nine o' clock. Anna was sound asleep in lit as for her father watched the news channel for awhile. The lights in the cuisine seemed to have gone out and nothing mattered with the poor man's sight.
Down the suivant block was a woman, and in a apartment above was a girl named Jayren. She watched the woman stop par a group of men and one took her hand and went into a mobile van. A hooker was never going the right way and sometimes they would have to testify if they may.
Jayren Perchi, only a seventeen an old, watched at the city down bellow. Her imagination seems to be while for in fact that hookie looked like a burden child. One with clipped on small nails and a file to keep the sharp ones hid. Her face for a moment looked like a blurred hell.
_REALITY_
"I can sense stupidity along the empty day."
"Maybe you're smelling your self toi stupid idiot."
"Lilith, I should break those sharp outline knives in your mouth."
"You're a pathetic excuse to when it comes to smiles, and knowing how to be a person is just a coincidence."
"Maybe I'll choke on some glass."
"Cut off any remaindings that I see, how dare toi purchase something without me!"
Another plate broke to the dinning floor and the slaves cleaned up the mess that the Queen made.
~~~A Fable That Changed Her Identity~~~
The song of the sparrow -chapter 2 (part 1)
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Ashia grabbed her bags as she headed to Alfea on Nokia's back. Nokia, as her dragon,was apart of her. If he shed a tear then she sheds a tear. Ashia held on tight.Nokia took flight and landed at Alfea safely. Ashia grabbed her bags and walked to Miss.Faragonda.She talks to Miss.Faragonda and goes to her room 43.
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Part1
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Ashia grabbed her bags as she headed to Alfea on Nokia's back. Nokia, as her dragon,was apart of her. If he shed a tear then she sheds a tear. Ashia held on tight.Nokia took flight and landed at Alfea safely. Ashia grabbed her bags and walked to Miss.Faragonda.She talks to Miss.Faragonda and goes to her room 43.
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Part1
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I smile, after being beaten senslessly par people I once loved.
I smile, when I'm locked outside in the rain for hours
I smile, when my boyfriend lies to me
I smile, as people laugh at me for being different
I smile, when my parents fight
I smile, when I'm called broken
I smile, when I cry
I smile, as people call me names even satan wouldn't dare to say
I smile, as my world crashes down on me
I smile, to hide the sharp pain biting my soul
I smile, for YOU.
Do toi know what this means?
Do toi know how it fells?
Who are toi to to say these things?
For toi don't know there story ou life,
toi know nothing.
toi know no pain,
For toi are pain.
toi know no hurt.
For toi are hurt.
And who are toi to say I am no one?
Because I am.
I am me
And nothing can change that...
Fierce & Love
Poem Girl
I smile, when I'm locked outside in the rain for hours
I smile, when my boyfriend lies to me
I smile, as people laugh at me for being different
I smile, when my parents fight
I smile, when I'm called broken
I smile, when I cry
I smile, as people call me names even satan wouldn't dare to say
I smile, as my world crashes down on me
I smile, to hide the sharp pain biting my soul
I smile, for YOU.
Do toi know what this means?
Do toi know how it fells?
Who are toi to to say these things?
For toi don't know there story ou life,
toi know nothing.
toi know no pain,
For toi are pain.
toi know no hurt.
For toi are hurt.
And who are toi to say I am no one?
Because I am.
I am me
And nothing can change that...
Fierce & Love
Poem Girl
Within the furthest reaches of the cœur, coeur lies those desires whose name one dares no speak. So seductive, so intoxicating, so indulgent, our most private passions burn at the molten core of our being, luring us to the very highest of ecstasy to the depths of despair. Through the ages, the words impassioned amoureux have transformed a virginal sheet of paper into a sanctuary for a restless heart. Each of the pages in this journal awaits the expression of your own desires- Unedited, Undiluted, Uninhibited.... Abandon yourself....
~IF toi DARE~
~IF toi DARE~