

Courtney's StoryIt was Saturday morning.Courtney's Story
I awoke with my eyelids weighing heavily on my face, feeling as if they had been waterlogged after soaking in my fresh tears all night long. The air in my room tasted stale and ugly in my mouth, and the bed I had been sleeping in since I was six years old was suddenly foreign to me, unable to shield me from my nightmares any longer; hence why I had fallen asleep on the floor, with a red imprint left on my face from the itchy carpet. Confused, I struggled to recall any events of the night beforehand, but all I got was a piercing headache colliding into me, a symptom of perilous befuddlement. My
Black soul
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Moved to: ~beautiful-blue
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A man dies like a butterfly, life burns from the touch of the reaper...
how's it goin?
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Oh, god! What could it be? We're doomed! Who's flyin' this thing? Oh, right, that'd be me. Back to work.
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A Poet Is A Liar Who Always Tells The Truth
thanks for your
have a nice day
greets rauwel
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My Website : Pascale Marry
Forgive my broken English .
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-Aegis Runestone-
Come and visit my gallery, please! [link]
Come visit and join the Gaming Universe: [link]
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Many of the best things in the world happen to be video games... and cartoons.
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Love is like a piece of art work,
even the smallest bit can be so beautiful.
Thanks a lot for the
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