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Feel My PainAll start just with the pain of a girl, and with the pain of the same girl will end.

It was a day like any other, the kids going to their school, the adults to their jobs, the Sun shinning. And like always, Neo, was getting late to the school. She start to run more faster as she could to the Bus Stop, and there it was the bus. Before that he driver leave the place; she could enter in it.

She goed to sit down and start to listen music at full volume, trying to forget about the last time that she goed to the jury. Her parents were divorcing and nothing was getting right. John, her father, was blaming her mother for the money, for cheat on him
Skull Donkey: Czaszkowy Osiol   Policjant samotnie przeszukiwał miejsce zbrodni, dosyć zadbaną farmę blisko miasta. Jedyne, co udało się znaleźć policji, to szczątki rolnika, którego zamordowano najprawdopodobniej tępym, ciężkim narzędziem i notatnik, prowadzony przez ów ofiarę. Mundurowy podniósł zeszyt z dębowego biurka, otworzył go i zaczął czytać.

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  Nadal nie wierzę w to, co zobaczyłem. Moja farma znajduje się blisko bagien, przez co często pojawia się tutaj mgła, zwłaszcza o świcie. Tego dnia ja
Death Is SilentIn silence, I lay there
In darkness, I was dying without hope
I feel forsaken and forgotten
My consciences left me and gone, he was
No one knows my gift and no one knows my existence
For I remained there, alone, in silence

My thoughts are screaming, but no one sees it
My eyes are full of psychotic anger, is all they see
Depression drowns me, Rage burns me
I feel it every day, but no one comes to my aid

This silence, this dead silence
Kills me at a slow pace
I can sense Death around me
And darkness covers the soul within me
Fuck meYou took too much pleasure in rejecting me
Had you stuck around and enabled my fantasies,
Had you had some semblance of faith in me,
You would have understood it's only a matter of time

The love I find will be eternal
She will understand my worth
Her perspective will allow her
Insight the others will wish they had

She will know if there was a wait
I was worth it
She will know at my worst
I was better than anyone else

My family will wish they were kind
My acquaintances will wish they were my friends
My crushes will wish they were my lovers

When it happens and I am stable and alone
When everyone in my life is, to me, what I chose
-the coming sleep-A million words buzz in my head.

What I could have spoken, left unsaid.

I put my head down just to rest.

Emotions rise from off my chest.

I press it all out from my eyes.

I look out to the open sky.

The only thing left is to think.

My body bends, my body sinks.

-To fall asleep, my final chore.

Let comfort melt me to the core.

Now just before I fall asleep.

My mind must wonder off to think.

So now I contemplate the day.

Express my thoughts a different way.

Like a single car lost to the street.

The thumping sound of my heart beats.

-This is where it loses fun.

The feel of something left undone.

This is what it always does.

I
new creepypasta story 'isolated'after a long  time of looking a family thought they finally found

and new home to settle down in and start a new life. jesse has already been having a hard time

in school and family issues. So it was already hard Enough for him to move away for his old home but his mother

thought that this would be a good thing for her son to move into a nice new house.

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and on the first night at their new home. Jesse's mother was making dinner. jesse had a strange feeling

about this new home. jesse looked around his room and he say 'eh this will take me awhile' and he when't back to reading

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those devilish pair

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"straighten up and listen man,
we've got to think, we've got to plan.
If we are to make money from those dead
We've got to think and your our head"

"I agree, and she and she,
but what do you propose to thee?"

"we lure them in with beer and bread,
then smother them until their dead,
then off we go to dear old Knox
We'll creep around like a fox"

"but who shall be our awful deed,
who shall fill our killing need?"

"anyone dear master hare,
it wont matter once their there.
A pound an ounce for their flesh
Nothing pacific as long as their fresh"

"all agree and all agreed
Lets make them bleed,
lets make them bleed"

the two plotted all through the night
Those devilish pair
The ones they call
William burke and hare.
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in my history class we have to research a special subject of our own choice. i of course chose the murderers william burke and william hare.
i came up with this when i was writing up the project.
i kinda got my own little monolog in my head about them talking to each other about killing people.

i dunno if thats normal....or am i just a tad odd?

lol :D
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Mood: Love *Leonca Aug 24, 2009  Hobbyist General Artist
Oh wow, I wish I had that for a history project! We never got to focus on the good, creepy stuff. =D
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~poet-unknown Aug 31, 2009
it was a personal choice project :) most people just went for the war and JFK. i thought i'd be odd and go for gore haha :D
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*Leonca Aug 31, 2009  Hobbyist General Artist
I see. I’m researching it right now, but it’s more of an attempt to distract myself from homework since I don’t take history classes any more. =p
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~poet-unknown Sep 1, 2009
:D cool
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