A dagger plunger into my chest and twisted wretchedly until not an ounce of moisture remains. This is what it feels like to live as me. Your soul a barren wasteland, stung by icy wings, always changing, always remaining the same.

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A rainbow dances across the window panes, playing off the crystaline ballerina who dances effortlessly in the midst of it all, so sure of herself, so certain that she will never fall. Then a shattering sound eclipses the perfect silence, and the little ballerina is no more.

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Silver moonlight cuts through the foggy night air, streaking the streets with sparkling threads. Softer and purer than sunlight, no stars challenge her presence tonight. Empty screams echo through the desolate streets, their begs for mercy witnessed only by the eternal queen, their only remaing friend in the fading hours of death, seeing them boldly and lovingly to their graves. Their queen. Their angel. Their savior.

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Torture. Darkness. Hate. There is nothing in this world for me. I am alone. No friends, no family. The darkness has consumed them all, and I fear there is no escaping for me either. Cries, screams... I hear them echo around me, but the souls that they belong to, they are nowhere to be found. I am alone.

--20 October 2000--