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This day is going to be perfect! The kind of day of which I dreamed since I was small. I’ll get my Media Arts degree, It won’t be that hard for me! I’ll dominate this place once and for all! — This day just might be perfect, The kind of day of which I dreamed since I was small… But instead of thoughts of fun, I’m sadly scared of day one! I just may not ever leave my home at all… — I won’t back down, I’ll never leave town, Even if I have bad days! Fear? I’d be lying if I say, That this ordeal makes me cower, Makes me weep in my shower! The truth is, I don&rsq

Sonic laid on grass with his head resting on his hands, mind racing. It was an absolutely gorgeous day, with no clouds in sight. A soft breeze blew the leaves of the tree he and his friends resided under. The day had so far been peaceful. To Sonic, it was too peaceful. But nonetheless he forced himself to relax, thanks to the urging of his best friend, Tails. Tails had insisted that Sonic take a break from all of the hard work he did. Admittedly, the recent works had left Sonic worn out; and a break was welcomed.  He could not stop this slight feeling of danger, however. No matter how hard he tried to enjoy the peace, there was just this tin

All through the night, she crawls and creeps. She does not stop, she does not sleep. Though you may try to hide in fright, She will eat your soul with pure delight. Forth from her mouth of sharp teeth, Tars spills and froths, smells and reeks. Beware her smile, so dark and deep, For when she smiles, your soul she’ll keep. She was a beautiful girl. Her gold-green eyes shining brightly, her dark blonde hair curled neatly around her shoulders. Her personality, that of a bubbly, party-loving sweetheart, who cared for nothing but others. It all changed so suddenly. Her name was Genevieve, and she worked at Arkham as a nurse. The inmates lov

What cause have I to feel glad? I've built my life on judgment and being fake I don't know those eyes I see in the shattered mirror Now everything that I've had And everything I've known have been thrown away; And with time, I've come to find this is just a play I've felt the fire Seen more pain than you can know The tears of the hurting have washed away my soul It’s modern vanity To change the way my face is shown Now I've awoken, and I'm taking back my soul I try my best to take off the mask But it’s getting comfortable fast Please, cut the strings, I want it to stop I wear these wretched falsities Day in, day out, the lies a