Dos, I wrote a sonnet about Wuthering Heights, except whether or not it is worthy of being submitted is debatable.
Tres, I made A's on my history essays. Thank God, maybe my mother can breathe again . . .
Catorce, that is all for now . . .


LearWhen we are born-- Falling from the stars, the heavens, And Mother Earth’s womb, Mere players of the whims That fate the daily plots- We cry- Great tears that drip down Masks, our characters Drowning in the first Gasp of secure livelihood- That we are come to this- Opening our lungs and joining Scene after scene of farce With muted themes Of a macabre nature- Great stage of fools- Foolish of blindness Foolish of flattery Foolish of rashness Foolish of idle crying- Our tears merge We flood the world’s evil FadingLear
Fallen
Stained
And I think I know who you are oO;
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Behind every damsel is a fire-breathing dragon.
My Gallery
Hug Me!
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"WHen the world is mine your death shall be quick and painless" Stewie
"We live in a DELUSION!" me
Thank you for the
yeaaa
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found religion inside myself
i drank the blood, the flesh was stale
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Laura
dancing with myself
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jordanfein
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