

Chains to the pastAcross the lonely floor, the shadows creep further into the room. Like desperation creeping into a soul,like the pallid mask of death on a corpse. No-one can hear them, but their there in your very thoughts. You cant run. You cant hide, not from your own mind.Chains to the past
Memories that you despise and fear, creeping up into your conciousness. Blotting out the sun and making hope seem dim. Dont let them swallow you. Youve been there once, but never again. Break the rusty chains of desperation from your wrists. And feel the sunlight again


BakuraAlone he stands, his hands dripping blood Of the thousands slain, he stands over their bodies, Laughing like a madmanBakura
He can hear their voices- screaming in pain and fear.
And he smiles manically, wishing them further torment. But deep inside a voice pleads with him, To stop the pain and violence.
The voice inside weeps in lament, for his friends and aqaintinces-all dead. All because of his curse.
Two in one-two minds combined. The evil and the innocent in a constant fight for control. Blood spills again and again. And the voice cries once more.
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We all have something to fight for, but the difference is if we let ourselves be crushed by the task, or if we remain victorious
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We all have something to fight for, but the difference is if we let ourselves be crushed by the task, or if we remain victorious
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'There is no such thing as adults. We spend our time trying to hide the fact that we're tall kids holding a beer.'
SHE NEEDS TO PUT MORE STUFF UP
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I think 'brisbane tall' would be more appropriate.
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"He's Funky, Fresh and Free he's more Fish than you'll ever be"
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