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Jack-O-Lantern Murderer"What ever you do, don't kill the snow golems. If you do...well, let's not think about that."
Rarity and Ezio were busy building their new house out of cobblestone on the little plot of land they were given when they had first arrived.
"Gah!" Rarity was trying to set down a brick when a golem rushed right into the spot she was looking at, "That stupid snowman just took over our house!"
"What's he-- It's tracking snow everywhere!" Ezio ran over to Rarity and started to demolish the snow tracks that it had left behind. "Get him out of here before he ruins the entire place!" He had already run around the entire dual-apartment after the pesky golem before he had finished the command.
"Gracious, do something already! I've just swept the place and I will not have this little cretin dirtying it all over again!" Rarity had begun to stomp her feet, not unlike an angry tod
Just Another DayMind: Why aren't you talking?
Me: ...Why do you seem so happy about it?
Mind: Why are you avoiding my question?
Me: ...Well, don't you enjoy torturing me more than anything.
Mind: I didn't think I'd hit a nerve by just talking to you.
Me: And I didn't think that you'd still be here after everything that's happening.
Mind: Oh, and how the tables have turned. What's this all about now, hmm?
Me: You and I are the same. How could you not know. You act like you're an entirely different person half of the time.
Mind: I might as well be. We barely think the same, after all.
Me: ...I am such a schizophrenic.
Mind: Is that why you're not talking? Are you afraid?
Me: If you're so content with my fears I might as well just stop talking to you, too.
Mind: Hmm? No, no, that's not it at all.
Me: So, you're just here to toy with me, is that it?
Mind: What else am I supposed to do for entertainment?
Me: ...Go find someone else, please...
Mind: Giving up?
Me: No. I haven't given up. Just...done.
Mind Over MatterMe: Oh, hey! Someone wants to talk to me.
Mind: Oh, and who would that be?
Me: Huh... Well it's Rae, of course.
Mind: So you're going to answer that?
Me: Yeah...why not...?
Mind: Well I don't know, you kind of tend to do some stupid stuff. Like, really stupid things. Things that no one in their right mind do.
Me: So? Everyone's a bit different. What does that matter?
Mind: Well, you're too different. Foreign is not good.
Me: How is it not good...
Mind: Honestly? Are you this stupid and naive that you don't think that there aren't people out there that just want you to shut up?
Me: Well if they're talking to me first though...
Mind: Ha! What does that matter? You're just going to screw up again and then make them feel that.
Mind: Of course, again. You really are stupid. You don't remember all the other times that the exact same thing has happened?
Me: I'm not stupid, if I was then who would want to talk to me in the first place. All the people I know
Komui's Coffee Stash"KOMUI!" A young exorcist's voice could be heard ringing through the halls of the Black Order, "KOMUI, WHERE ARE YOU!"
If you were able to find the source of the echoing you would have found a giddy girl practically jumping off the walls. It was Allen's twin sister again; it sounded like she had gotten into the Supervisor's coffee stash...again.
She rounded another corner and took another deep breath, ready to scream her lungs out in a heartbeat. "KOM--"
A hand squeezed her shoulder gently, cutting her off before she could destroy anymore eardrums. "Aki, please." His eyebrow twitched in pain, "You aren't going to find him this way."
Akiko bit her lip quickly, it was really the only way for her to stop talking when she was excited. She fidgeted anxiously and opened her mouth again. "But, Allen--" she tried to protest.
He squeezed her shoulder once again, causing her to go back to chewing her bottom lip. "Here, how about I help you find him before someone else comes along and gets angry,
Seeing RedBloodied walls
You broke me
My strings've snapped
Are you happy now?!
You murdered me!
Broke my spirit!
I'm not perfect,
So what the hell do you want from me?!
I'm not some weak thing you can push around
I'm not some pitiful creature that's undeserving
I'm not some flaky clay that you can change into whatever the hell you want
...I'm not me anymore
...I have no soul
You ripped out what was left
The ashes are scattered
They were your sins
They were my arms and
That crushing Claustrophobia
Social Anxiety DisorderThere's this sort of pain that comes with going out in public. It isn't like any normal pain that everyone usually thinks of. If it was, most people would think I was insane for even suggesting it. The pain I'm talking about is a mental one; one where it may not seem like it, but I'm on the verge of tearing myself up over. My mind starts racing, asking the most ludicrous questions like, "What if they hate me?" or "What if I don't look good enough?" or even "What if someone else notices that I'm thinking these terrible thoughts?". The thinking really gets me nowhere, but it tears my up inside. I have no idea how to answer these statements and when I do I somehow manage to think of one, they're always something so depressing like, "It's obvious they want you to go die in a hole," and "It's obvious that I look terrible," and even, "It's obvious no one cares enough about you to even think about noticing."
It's self-abuse, I realize this, but sometimes it feels good. It feels good to yell a
LoveA burning passion for the lost
A wanting for the new
Emotions never seem to last
Life now seems very strewn
Seemingly hard to bear
Somehow, it has always turned out right
It might not seem that fair
But I promise everything just might
Someday something will come of this
Fate and judgement the only tell
For it is the source of all bliss
That no one can ever say or sell
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