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part four.
*I will kill you!* said Ayame sword in hand ready to strike. *ha, you think some fool like you can beat me?* the grave robber. But just as he was saying that she had already taken one of his arms. They went blow for blow for hours blood and sweat all over the place. After Ayame finessed off the grave robber she came looking for me. *what are you doing?* Ayame said kicking me. *just when I get to sleep for the first time in weeks you have to kick Me.* I said getting up. *Lets get going we need to find the shama jewel.* Ayame said helping me up. We walked on for what seemed like hours but because there was no light I could not tell. I was walking slowly because I had broken my leg but I dare not complain when Ayame around when she never said anything even after that fight. *this is It.*Ayame said while she handed me the fire to see.*go get it for me. Remember you still own me from back there.* *ok yeah*I said going forward*so we risked are lives for this?* just then the stone broke and came a flow of a red substance like blood flew out. *what did you do?* Ayame asked. Just then women came out of the weird mixture and looked strait at Ayame. *um…miss where are your clothes?* I asked turning my head away. *um…I don’t know.* said the mysterious women. *here take these.* I said throwing her some clothes I fond on the alter. After that we walked out of the cave and into the bright sun. *now back to the guild seeing as we lost the stone.* Ayame said. We started to walk as the odd women started to follow us. *what do you think you are doing?* Ayame asked. *following my daughter.* she said.
And that’s part four ha yeah I know I said it would not be out till next year but what does it matter no one will probably not be seen till then but I do plan on part five really being long just don’t know what is going to happen now. Till then peace
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Friday, December 30, 2005
Yo. Every one who knows me-yeah like I was worth the time- im always acting in my business manor and I want to let out a side of me I locked up ages ago. O don’t worry –like you would- I still will write my stories and all that but I just will not act like I always do, I’m going to just relax and act like I use to and not worry. O and to save time –yes I need to add some business in- I am here to help so –puts up sign- im going to open a free low grade physiatrist type thing. So to put it in easy to know terms if you have a problem just pm or im me and I will be like an unknown person there to help or a pair of unknown ears to talk to. I know sounds odd but I have a clean record-causes I just started-. I give my word anything said will be keep confidence ale or to put it simple it stays between the talk and never leaves. Peace
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Thursday, December 29, 2005
Suicidal Love -entry 4-
Bleed, bleed, blood on the knife
Blood on the floor, taking my life
Pain and heartache wretch through my soul
Tears of sorrow erase me whole
A body in rags, lying on the floor
Freedom of love, lay shattered and torn
The love i had, escaped me
The love i had, awaits me
Life after death is what i yearn for
Yet my soul is left, stranded at the door
Shattered and torn, pain and sorrow
A life without love, has pain to barrow
As i lay, alone and dying
My last shakey breath results in lying
I cant believe what i have done
The love of my life has finally won
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beautiful angel -or entry 3-
A beautiful angel smiling and glowing,
No sign of hurt or pain she is showing.
Sparkling blue eyes shine like stars,
On her arms there’s no sign of scars.
This fallen angel from up above,
Has found someone to hold and love.
But disaster strikes, her world is shattered,
Stolen from her is all that mattered.
She cries out in pain and complete despair,
The one she loves is no longer there.
“Cruel angel of death, angel of black,
Please pity me and bring my love back.”
But her cries and screams went unheard,
Her bleeding heart would never be cured.
But she went on smiling as if nothing was wrong,
Though when she’s alone sad is her song.
Her deep blue eyes still shining like stars,
Her pain she hides, she hides the scars.
Scars on her heart from a love brutally killed,
The beat of her heart slows, no longer filled.
Though her lips are smiling and her eyes shine bright,
Against memories of the past she is trying to fight.
Deep in her eyes is sadness, tears of black,
A haunted look from a love that will never come back.
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bad poem time
I stare my demons in the eyes but I can not say a thing. Once again there red eyes rip my soul to shreds. I want to tell them leave and let me live my life. It is me they want not some demon in disguise. These are the words I want to say but all I do is stand there not a word from my mouth just the look that can only be brought on by the years of pain. Then I hear you think you can live with out I am the one who has been there all this time. No words from my mouth like always just my look. I live thru your lips and fingerer tips I am the words you speak and write. I am the one who makes you screw everything up. When I see you’re happy I kill it. This is your lot in life and never forget. This is what I was told and it is the truth.
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Wednesday, December 28, 2005
hey read this -yes this means you-
ZionCityboy all sould go there. this is where a great story is being posted. so i recomend all who like my bad story come read this great one. peace
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deal time
all of you say dont kill yourself and i could see why. so seeing as im a man of my word i want to make a deal. if one person just one person can give me a way that i have helped them or have changed there lives i will never think about killing myself again.
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Tuesday, December 27, 2005
all better
everything has worked out and im all better now. some people here have let me see there are some people who would actualy care if i died. dang and here i was thinking there was no one. peace
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i've fuc@#@ed up
hey dont usaly do stuff like this. i usaly where a mask and hide my pain but ive done wrong. i hurt two people i loved and now fear loseing them both. i just dont know what to do. a knive never looked so good. but all who care -all zero of you- i wont kill myself but i feel dead already. all i do is caus pain and misarey. and i wonder why people care for me so much when im not worth looking at as people walk by.
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