A Writer's ConfessionA writer's confessionA Writer's Confession
How should I define it? Well, I guess I'll have to admit I found my muse again The kind that takes away your pain The kind that comforts you when you're sad The kind that calms you down when mad The kind that gives you inspiration The kind that knows what to say in every situation My sweet muse Don't feel sad or guilty, lil' angel of mine Everything will be just fine Shine your bright light Such a heavenly white My pretty muse This poem I write for you So I can put a smile on your face too
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Behind the maskJess raised up her head and looked into the dark room. Why was she here? And why 'she'? What did they want from her? She started to cry silently. She refused to think of the chance that she wouldn't see her beloved Brandon again or her brother Thomas and her best friend Jo or all the others! "Wasted tears, no one hears you."said a voice out of a corner. "Who said that?"asked Jess, still half-crying. "That doesn't matter...but I might be able to help you." "What do you mean?" "I know who you are,as I have chosen you to take over my powers." Jess didn't get anything from this en stood up, walked toBehind the mask
A random day in Summer
Confused
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To
Write
Love
On Her
Arms
Rescue is Possible
Love is the Movement
Stop the Bleeding
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A day without fun is a day without living
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If you wanna know where I got my icon, check this out: [link]
And this: [link]
Thanks.
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What is Innocence to a Rebel? A BAD JOKE!
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God would laugh once we prooved he was fake ^^
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