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And my thoughts are all scrambled, reminding me of this game called scrabble; oddly enough the thought made me laugh, before I once again lost completely, my train of thought.

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Angelus
13:14 Oct 30 2012

so very me.

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She could hear them, as if they were sitting next to her; constantly whispering darkness into her easily manipulated mind, and so she would listen; more often than not whisper back to them, which would give her odd looks when out in public; so she began to keep to herself and seemingly found false security in the voices of nothing.

Her face was made up of puzzle pieces; some where missing, leaving a black, gaping holes behind. But she didn't seem bothered, because she couldn't remember what she had lost.

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Angelus
13:15 Oct 30 2012

sounds a very good description of ...

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The thought just hit me out of nowhere, kind of like a semi-truck hitting some small rodent, like a rabbit - strange reference to use, possibly a demented, cruel one even, but than this isn't about my choice of bad references, nor my morbid way of explaining things, and unfortunately I have found myself wondering just what that previous thought was and here I find myself bouncing around the chaotic, disorganization of my mind.

The red was sticky and was beginning to crust; her eyes were hazy; unclear, and she could feel the cold creeping closer. Her small, shriveled frame clung to the dirtied, tattered and discarded blanket; hiding in the far back of some old box cart seemingly abandoned many years ago, possibly now forgotten like herself. As her thoughts began to fade, her breath became shallow, slow, and soon non - existent, and although a sad thought, so was she.

She hated what she was doing, and at several points thought about dropping everything, the door was right there, just walk out; she didn't though. all the chains were locked so tightly, the key was lost - it had been lost for some time now. They were heavy, the chains, and cut into her quite unpleasantly ; no one would help her, because no one even knew they were there, she was the only one who seemed to see them, holding her there in that hellish place, and everyone around her had horns.

I had died - dead, a permanent thing, something that just doesn't reverse itself; it wasn't a particularly unpleasant feeling, though it wasn't a particularly pleasant feeling either, more of a clouded, hazy feel I suppose , and all I could seem to think was that I was dead, how odd I thought.

And it seemed that this growing sense of insecurity was consuming her; you could hear the screams in the darkness, as if coming from nothing, so you hide down between the bed and the wall, all curled up in a comforting ball; eyes staring at nothing in particular, the screams fade away as silence takes its place.

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Angelus
02:16 Oct 22 2012

the silence can be deafening.

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The sound of wings fluttering in the air brought my attention back, from that dark, wet place of despair I seemed to have fallen into; Looking up into the blackness only to see a deeper black within the dark, did I realize it was blank, and unbroken, and nothing was there. The distance in that dark seemed very close, nearly suffocating, yet so far out of my reach, and I began to think to myself that sometimes there is just nothing else you can do.

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Angelus
02:11 Oct 22 2012

but thinking that... is an action itself.

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Through passages and tunnels she had found a hiding place out of the skulls of ravens, and dreamed of the reality of the shape of the city above; words began to play around in her head, ones she found not so pleasant. they were wet and warm and slippery, and she slithered and staggered through them; now left opened, empty, and lonely in the dark; the world was beginning to feel very distant.

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Angelus
13:46 Oct 13 2012

his and, you current quote exemplify your excellent use of English.



YOU are good.

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