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Post by mustang5jk2 on Jun 26, 2007 9:39:26 GMT -5
.you.dont.want.me. A raven haired guy sat by the pond, but no one would see him. Hidden by the brush that surrounded the water's edge, he stared up at the bright blue sky, wondering. Why did no one want him? Why did everyone he met reject him? Well, except for Gerard and Frankie, but those were the only two people who knew. Maybe Angel as well. But those guys accepted him for what he was, even though they knew. Not like back home. Sure, he'd run away. But if every time you walked down the street people gave you that weird look, like you didn't belong on this earth, you would too. Most people alive don't have to wonder what it's like having mothers push their childern away from you, saying,Stay away from that weird kid, Billy. He's not like us. So much for a warm welcome when he spilled his secret. He was usually so happy as he stared up at the bright fluffy clouds in the sky, picking out shapes and images. But just for today, he thought about life and why people were cruel. So just for today would he be depressed like this. Hopefully, only today. Maybe it would go away if someone... .and.no.one.ever.will.
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Post by X.Sadistic_~_Samurai.X on Jun 26, 2007 23:52:56 GMT -5
Not too far from the gloomy boy, tapping out a rythm on some rocks and not notcing the other, a Japanese girl hummed a tune. She was small, making some people think of her being twelve or eleven. How shocked they were when they found out she was actually 17. But it didn't matter to her. Called Nicki, she was the average dark and gloomy teenager, with the dream of becoming the best jockey. Soon, her humming turned into singing,
I hear... a voice say "Don't be so blind"... it's telling me all these things... that you would probably hide... am I... your one and only desire... am I the reason you breathe... or am I the reason you cry...
Always... always... always... always... always... always... always... I just can't live without you...
I love you... I hate you... I can't get around you... I breathe you... I taste you... I can't live without you... I just can't take any more... this life of solitude... I guess that i'm out the door... and now i'm done with you...
I feel... like you don't want me around... I guess i'll pack all my things... I guess i'll see you around... Its all... been bottled up until now... as I walk out your door... all I hear is the sound...
Always... always... always... always... always... always... always... I just can't live without you...
I love you... I hate you... I can't get around you... I breathe you... I taste you... I can't live without you... I just can't take any more... this life of solitude... I guess that i'm out the door... and now i'm done with you...
I love you... I hate you... I can't live without you...
I left my head around your heart... Why would you tear my world apart...
Always... always... always... always...
I see... the blood all over your hands... does it make you feel... more like a man... was it all... just a part of your plan... the pistol's shakin' in my hands... and all I hear is the sound...
I love you... I hate you... I can't live without you... I breathe you... I taste you... I can't live without you... I just can't take any more... this life of solitude... I guess that i'm out the door... and now i'm done with you...
I love you... I hate you... I can't live without you...
I love you... I hate you... I can't live without you... I just can't take any more... this life of solitude... I pick myself off the floor... and now i'm done with you... Always... Always... Always... [/i][/center]
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Post by mustang5jk2 on Jun 27, 2007 7:50:32 GMT -5
.am.i.the.only.one.in.this.place. At the sound of another's voice, most lonely people would pick themselves up and stride over to introduce themself. Not this guy. Normally a sixteen year old guy would run over to the . But once again, not this guy. Matthew Lush didn't go that way. He was a vegan, something most people always say the could never do because they love meat. But he also supported people who were....different....than the rest of the world because they liked people God hadn't made them to like. Despite the black hair and dark clothes-well, the clothes were only for today-and gauged ears...and the two p.iercings on his lip, with one on each side, he was a happy guy. One who had no problem dancing around in a tight tee shirt and short shorts on occasion. He was an odd one, no doubt. But why was he unhappy today? Well, like I said, you would be too. .or.will.another.like.me.come.along.
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