

Puddles.After the steady rain falls, the pavement becomes a sea. A shallow ocean, a few inches deep, that unleashes the child in me.Puddles.
Puddles litter the vacant ground, Each and every way I look. Submerging my feet inside of them, with every step I took.
Skipping around the puddles, the muddy water between my toes. I laugh to myself and recieve weird looks, My enjoyment only grows.
I don't care what they think of me. I could care less if they poked fun. Because to me, the only ones here, are me and the puddles, and, I'm not stopping Until the


Multiplayer Nightmare.My life bar is depleting, drastically. I can feel the life and strength pouring out of my character's body. This staff, my wooden mage's staff, is my life force, preserving my life for the time being. My fear, fear of loss, fear of death is giving Him the power to take my life. He laughs at my pain. I loathe Him. The monster. The final boss in this 'game'; My former mentor, now my murderer. He led me through this game, now He'll take away my pixelated life. I can hear Him laughing beside me. My so called "best friend". The one who showed me this multi-player nightmare. He showsMultiplayer Nightmare.


Something to RememberGive me something to remember. Take all this shit away from me. Burn down this city, and leave nothing behind. Give me something good to see. I needed you so long ago, but you wouldn't care for me. So I gave up, now I'm alone. And I don't need your sympathy.Something to Remember
Give me something to remember. Something just to get over you. Take all this pain And throw it all away. But if I could, I'd make you stay. And I know That you'd rather not, You'd rather be away.
Please... Give me something to remember. Something to take this sor


She's a doll.She's just a doll, for you to toy with. Just a figure, for your delight. She has no feelings, just a pretty face, and a broken, plastic heart.She's a doll.
She's just a doll, who everyone feels sorry for, yet nobody loves. Just a mere puppet, for you to mold. Whittiling away her very body and soul, into your desires. Now she is just for you.
She will not argue. She will not cry. She will just love every part of you. So if you destroy her plastic heart... She'll love you just the same.


Porcelain DollPorcelain doll with tangled hair, People pass or stop and stare, Her cotton clothes are ripped and torn, Her parents regret the day she was born, Her plastic heart has melted down, Her stunning smile, a perfect frown, Her shining future, a blackened road, Her flowing words, a fucked up code.Porcelain Doll
Once glowing eyes, now dark and dead, And voices scream inside her head, A falling rain of acid tears, Mirrors reflecting all her fears, A fire raging through her veins, Drugs to reduce all her pains, Her porcelain skin, now scarred and bruised, Her staggering
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