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Doing a short Join.Me before I leave for my dad's Well, I'm off once again for the weekend. But before I go I'll do a join.me for y'all; Working on animation, maybe a FEW YouTube vids.
This'll be around an hour or so. So come while I'm on if ya have time and wanna.
Join.Me Yes, another one... Come if you like. I'll be; Answering questions, animating, possibly watching YouTube videos, and reading homestuck.
Join.Me Alright, guys. I'm a whole lot happier today than I have been... well at the moment. .3. I'm reading Homestuck, answering questions, writing stories, listening to music, and animating .w.
The Death of Innocence As the bombs dropped out of the sky once again, there was an ear-splitting explosion nearby. I dived under the nearest boulder, throwing my hands over my head.
The screams of pain and sorrow were horrible. I saw a mother holding a small, bloody child to her chest; trying to keep it quiet. Beside her, was a lying man whom was gulping for air.
I felt the warm tears, trickling down my dirty and blood stained cheeks. I crawled over to the couple, reaching out my torn up hand. “Mama…” I tried to yell.
But it was too late, a loud sound once again echoed through the so-called-city. The lady grabbed her chest; eyes widening, mouth opening with blood trickling out, and falling on the once-living-man. I stared into the barrel of the gun; the one that had just killed my own family.
My mind was racing to this point. All I thought, tasted, saw, felt was my possible fates. “Am I next,” Was all I could possibly wonder to this ext
mechanici want to kiss every aching wound you have,
bandage your heart every time it bleeds,
and patch up your mind over and over
because not a single tear deserves to fall
from your brandy-drenched eyes
but this dripping heart of mine can only feel
and the healing honey words it flames get caught
in the back of my throat and on the roof of my mouth
so i only have these passionate guttural cries
to tell you that i care all too much
and in order to fix you up again,
i would need to tear myself to tatters
and trade all of my working parts
for your leftover, fading pieces
but i just haven’t figured out how.
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