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You're gone, you're dead, there's no going backEhem, please read;
You're sitting at your desk, in your room, and you know it's time to go. You've said that to yourself over a million times, but this time you know, for sure, that it's time. You're tired… you're so tired of everything you have been putting up with in your life. You're parents pissed you off, like school wasn't bad enough today.. You go to get the rope because you're that desperate to leave. You're ready. You think of it as some game… the first one dead is the one who wins. No ones home, it's the perfect time. You're ready. If you don't do it now, you're gonna look down on yourself even more, forever. You're going to hate yourself even more. No one knows, no one will know… until later on. Instead of getting a paper and a pen, you get the video camera, along with a chair and a rope. You're standing on the chair now...You're gone instantly and there will be no noise, or anything. One side of the rope is tied to the top of your fan, while the other is already around your
Devious Journal EntryBoy: Babe, I want to show you something.
Girl: What is it?
Boy: But can I show you this in your room?
Boy: Can we close the door?
Girl: Mmh, okay
Boy: Can we close the window?
Boy: Can we turn off the light?
Girl: Yess .....
Boy: Grab my hand
Girl: *girl grabs his hand* What is it?
Boy: Look at this. My watch glows in the dark!!!!!!! LMAOOO xD
Just Noise Just Noise
Carry my voice over blue ocean waves,
Through gullies, valleys and deepest caves,
Over tall mountains and every river,
Cause trees to shake and bones to shiver.
While this sound is strong, I am weak,
I'm nothing but a disguised freak.
While everything I say soothes your soul,
Inside my heart is made of blackened coal.
Stoking the furnace of hate in my head,
My heart burns brightly, but inside I'm dead.
I'm evaporating at an incredible rate,
No locks or chains can seal my fate.
Soon I'll be gone, but a skeletal face,
I don't want you to follow me to this place.
Tell me...I want you to tell me about every person you've ever been in love with. Tell me why you loved them. Tell me about a day in your life you thought you'd never live through. Tell me what the word "home" means to you. Tell me about the first time you felt the weight of hate and if that day still trembles beneath your bones.
Do you prefer to dance out in the rain, or bounce in the banks of snow? And if you were to build a snowman, would you rip two branches from a tree to build your snowman arms? Or would you leave the snowman armless for the sake of harming the tree? Would you notice how the tree weeps for you because the snowman has no arms to hug you everytime you kiss him on the cheek? Do you kiss your friends on the cheek? Do you sleep beside them when they're sad, even if it makes your lover mad?
Do you think that anger is a sincere emotion or just the timid of a fragile heart trying to beat it's why through the pain?
Tell me what you think of your first name. Tell me if you lie
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Bluefley has a gallery filled with artwork that whisks you off in to a Sci-fi daydream, and keeps you captivated for hours. Marc has been a member of our community for over a decade and has achieved nothing but success with his astounding commitment to interacting with the community, sharing a prolific amount of video tutorials and generally being an all round rockstar deviant. It is no joke that we are absolutely delighted to award the Deviousness Award for April 2014 to ... Read More