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Thanks For The ScarsI don't wanna go on like this
Constantly believing that there's something
I might have missed
I don't wanna be the only one
Wandering around with shaking hands
Hands holding guns
I don't wanna be like this
I gave a birdie to a girl today
Held high, aloft, with lips like "go away"
She played a fool, she played me well
Wields a Cut-and-Run dagger
It leaves scars that hurt like hell
I don't think I can go on like this
Mend the holes seared through my flesh
The spotweld healing of a single kiss
Maybe it'll work this time
Maybe now it's a fix
but at best it's a new addiction
And there's no patch for this.
I don't want it to be s
The Man and The MirrorOutside, I'm calm and collected,
Carrying on just as best as I can.
Thick veil of shroud to hide all that is wretched,
Sealed to hold from the world this thick mess of a man.
Inside, all calmness is lost and dejected;
Boiled to ruin as lust yields more sand.
A home set to fire seeds children neglected,
This corpse of a creature seeks not but a hand.
Confusion and hatred, jet black yet still speckled;
With outbreaks of violence; a plague you can't mend.
I'll bend you, I'll break you;leave you feeling heckled.
These are the notions that, unchecked, I send.
Expression, rejection, I try just to quit.
There's no use for sorrow when no
Of The Garden Eros The Night was falling. The sun had set behind the tall trees of the forest, its rays churning the remaining sky into a thin skin that stretched into all the colors of fire before disappearing into nothingness. It was then that a small group of rabbits wandered away from their homes, eager to explore the area surrounding the meadow which held them. They slipped past the sleeping elders of their village and silently broke the first barrier of dead leaves and underbrush.
The little creatures pressed forward. The didn't stop to examine the rushing waters they passed. They ignored the steep slopes winding down as they marched feverishly
BailoutThis work of fan fiction contains characters, ideas, situations, and places found in the Hasbro Studios series "My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic". No infringement of copyright is implied by this work of satire and parody, and this work is meant as a celebration of the people involved in the creation, development, and production of the series.
Written by The Descendant
Ponyville City Hall Fixture
Sweet Apple Acres Farm and Marina
Dear Mayor Mare,
It was wit' no small amount of disappointment that we received yer' newest letter o' sympathy, madam mayor. While yer' elocution wa
JoyceHaving kicked the man in the balls and relieved him of his belongings, Joyce wasn't quite sure what to do next. She could run, but he might come after her the next minute. If she tied him up here, in the middle of nowhere, he might be eaten by wolves; or starve to death. Besides, she didn't have any rope. She could kill him... perhaps. The thought left a bitter taste in her mouth.
'What am I to do with you?' she sighed.
'Well,' he groaned while giving her a look that sent shivers down her spine, 'You can run, but that won't help you, cause I will find you! So you just wait another few minutes until I get back up again - and I mean úp- and t
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