

GoneI lay here in my bed, It's a quarter after five My heart pounds in my head So I know I'm still alive I can't seem to escape The constant thoughts of you No words able to shape An image that is true My mind always alters My heart seeks to change My words will not falter These feelings are so strange I know you have walked away Left me in the dust I know it's only been three days But my heart is filled with lustGone
I ache for your laugh and smile I yearn for your warm embrace I need just a little while To lay eyes upon yo


The Chronicles of Poy,cont'dHere, he shall be tested of his worthiness.The Chronicles of Poy,cont'd
Ah yes, back to the scene. The boy was only 14 years old, with little experience of the outside world – and here he is, about to be torn asunder by a million white orbs of death.
Life is unfair. That’s why so many people die.
Have you ever watched an action movie? You know, like the one where the bullets go really slow-motion and the hero dodges them? This is sort of like it. Except for the dodging part.
The wall of poultry artillery approaches with every second. (Remember, this is slow-motion. So it’s pretty slow.) T
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Bahraini: noun (pronounced Bah~rain~ee) ~ people who come a dime a dozen
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Happiness is an unproductive condition
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