I looked across the room at her
And saw the unknown tear
It tread down an emotionless face
Showing nothing of a cause
I want to ask her what is the matter
But feared the worse
How could it not with a face as such
I see the girl finally move
I wait to see what she will do
I see her wipe the tear away
Then pull a picture from her purse
Then a gun
I closed my eyes
For I could watch no more
I hear the gun click ready to shoot
I plug my ears not wanting to hear
The timeless shot came
I opened my eyes to see bloode everywhere
On the wall, the floor, and me
I walked over to the body on the floor
Dead yet still gripping the picture
I reach to see who it is of
Looking at the picture i begin to cry
The picture was too much to bare
I put it back in her hand and fled the room
Never more to be the same
Still wondering why she didnt see me
Would she still be here if I spoke
I am never more to be the same







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Life isn't like a box of chocolates...it's more like a jar of jalapenos. What you do today, might burn your ass tomorrow.
ok ok.. it's
The grim adventures of Billy and Mandy
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Butter is just dead milk
note: that ---- is a name
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Butter is just dead milk
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Life isn't like a box of chocolates...it's more like a jar of jalapenos. What you do today, might burn your ass tomorrow.
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What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire deviant life, that there's something wrong with the story. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad.
You take the blue pill, the story ends. Your browser closes and you believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland. And, I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.
I offer only the truth, nothing more.
Take: The Red Pill
Take: The Blue Pill
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Random Deviant
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