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i love...Well we are back in the same place yet again. I love him, he loves me... were together once more. We belong together. there is no way around it... if two people can go over a year without talking to eachother and come back still in love then it is ment to be. the past 11 months i have been in love with another, but every few months i would look back thinking, i miss him. there was no getting around the fact that neither of us could forget eachother. I'm not sure what it is about him, that makes me love him so much that it.. i just cant help it. people have been hurt and i AM truely sorry for that, but it is very hard for me to feel a connectii love...


my thoughts.. my constant paini love him, and he doesnt care. i gave him everything, 11 months of my life, all about him. it seems as if he didnt have a reason, and i want. no need to know why this happend the way it did. i still care, and i always will. i thought he was the one, the best one for me.. and the worst part? he made me believe we would be together forever. i knew the day would come eventually where we couldnt go on together, i just made myself belive it would not come this soon. i cant imagine living on without him. everytime i close my eyes he is there. he is the voice i hear in the back of my head... i cry myself to sleep at night and i still dremy thoughts.. my constant pain
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Glorious MemoriesChapter 2Glorious Memories
Walking down to my old house, its getting dark. Looks like i'll crash there for the night. turning the corner an old Jeep Wrangler is in the driveway. My brothers first car. Opening the door, walking up the stairs, everything is just like I remember. Old, pictures, the memories, everything. All of a sudden. A noise. Figuring its just mice I grab my knives and check it anyways. Creeping down the steps, seeing a shadow. Jumping at it thrusting my knives. Wait! "OTIS!". Its a dog. My old dog from when I was a child. He is a blonde colored yellow lab. He doesnt seem to recognize me. Looking over at a picture i se


The Fountain Of BloodChapter 1The Fountain Of Blood
Driving into marshfield, everything looks strange. There aren't any other cars on the road. Some of the buildings are even destroyed. What happened here? Stepping out of my car I can see someone in the old papa ginos. Aproaching it gun shots are fired into the air. Dashing behind the back alley wall begining to look to see who fired the shots. Somebody yells, "ONE MORE STEP I'LL BLOW YOUR FUCKIN HEAD OFF!!!". Wait a moment. I recognize that voice, like a ghost inthe back of my mind. "WAIT! MIKE! IT's ME NIC!". A pause. The person speaks, "How do you know my name? Who are you?". He seemed startled. "I am a friend


The Demon From MarshfieldMy name. Nic Seyffert. I grew up in a small town on the east coast of Massachusetts called Marshfield. Wasnt too bad, had some friends, my family owned a business, life was alright. But then, once I graduated from high school things went south. Everyone was split up. I joined the military at age 18. When I was 19 I took my first life. Just the thought of the agony sent a chill down my spine until I was about 25 when we raided an enemy camp. That night I killed exactly 17 enemy soldiers, and 3 enemy officers. The massacre was horrifying. My squad called me the killer from then on. Those days are behind me. So now, Im goThe Demon From Marshfield
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Beware or the killer bunnies...they eat humans!
Cheese says Moo.
& last but certainly not least,
SAVE THE MARSHMELLOWS!!!
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"I've never had any intentions about anything. That's why I am where I am today, which is neither here nor there, in a literal sense."
Edward Gorey
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TrollB: *Raises fists to the sky and shakes them in anger* JAPAAAAAAAN!!!
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I'll hope to see some artwork out of you
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Optimists see the glass as half full.
Pessimists see the glass as half empty.
I wonder where the missing half went.
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Optimists see the glass as half full.
Pessimists see the glass as half empty.
I wonder where the missing half went.
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