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Fill It With Your Mighty JuiceNikolas Loki Dyschaenael was as different as one could get. No one understood him. Ever.Fill It With Your Mighty Juice by ~yourdeadfriend
Although he was constantly horded by women of all ages, including one embarrassing count with his mother, sister, and grandmother, he had no interest in them. But he's totally not gay.
He was just emotionally detached. He did not know how to smile anymore, and this struck fear into the hearts of his classmates and the foolish fools who decided to call themselves his friend.
Friends, Nikolas Loki Dyschaenael mentally scoffed as he trudged through the badly-lit hallways of his high school. He then physically scoffed for the effect, and as he did so, a
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Left BehindLeft Behind by ~FantasyDreams46
Your pillow lies next to mine. Instinctively, I bend over just to lay my head on your side, for once. The pillow is cold. And it smells just like you. Your unique smell. My heart hurts.
I lay on the bed, on my side, on my pillow. And turn to your side. Expecting to see your face sleeping next to mine. Peacefully. Gently breathing.
No one is there. It is at this point when I realize how foolish I am. To long for your presence when this has happened to me so many times. Too many times.
Even so, I cannot keep my heart from aching. That sore, throbbing pain in my breast. I am always the one left behind.
I miss you. I m

Evil Angel.They were a brilliant white. So bright, you shielded your eyes from their grandeur. It was a glorious sight when she spread her wings. Her glow was tangible, and her smile caressed you like a hug from an old friend. When she embraced her loved ones, they could not cry. They could not hold a worry in their heart. Her arms were the cure. Her heart was the antidote.Evil Angel. by ~Crecy
"Put me to sleep, Evil Angel! Open your wings, Evil Angel!"
Black is too soft of a word for what I have witnessed.
She should be happy. She should have regained her halo by now. She was forgiven, whether she deserved it or not.
She belonged to the Fallen now. She rebuked her sav

The Wind's Gramophone RomanceThe Wind's Gramophone RomanceThe Wind's Gramophone Romance by ~Kane-Blackthorn
Written by John Swartz.
Deep within our passion love,
We often forget who we really are,
Our hearts twisted deeply together,
Drawing us closer over time.
The light that once came through,
Filtering through the golden leaves,
Have now turned blood red,
Like an wound to those old maples.
The old trees talons expanded outwards,
Their fingers ripping into our soft flesh,
Diving into our darkest secrets within ourselves,
Embedding their greedy fingers into our chest,
Killing us from within ourselves.
Our passion filled minds change,
Our screams becoming the music,
Till the branches silence our cries,
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