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RemnantsThe Abandoned Mansion.Remnants
It was once rumored that the most precious flowers in the world bloomed there, once upon a forgotten time. Legend spoke of those very flowers possessing souls of their own, souls that would grant any wish to a pure heart. Others told of how it would bring light into even the deepest darkness of one's entire being, of one's existence. It would bring enlightenment, eternal peace, and unmistakable bliss.
The mansion, however, is in ruins now. Hardly any chance for anything to live in that old, barren wasteland. Right? It was a mystery however such a well-taken care of estate could suddenly die lik
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DistractOnce I was a man of discipline and command. And never once mistaken whatever I demand.Distract
A warrior fierce and gallant with courage, power, and guile. And never have I faltered. Until lately... for a while.
My movements always hasty, my voice a trembling stir; Each time she passes by me and all I see is her.
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Now You Won'tWide awake in the warmth of the blankets, Stare at the wall, watching the clock. The midnight breeze caught in the curtains, Watching time go tick tick tock.Now You Won't
The night here seems to be endless; The silence a chill to the spine. All alone there, lying restless. With the dark to poison the mind.
Searching for the eyes of a stranger, Grasping for a hand not there; Waiting for the voice of the soundless, Hoping for the dawn to blare.
Where once there was light, there are shadows. Where once there were laughs, there are tears. All alone in the
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A Game of Sweet PretendI am a poet, a conscience, a soul, and a writer; As well as mirage: an illusion in clear water. I am believed to be a child, but perceived as one much older. I am one you cannot see, and must never try to be. A reflection of one's mind, a mere illusion in one's head; And though this I know completely, I just worsened things instead.A Game of Sweet Pretend
Here, you reach into the shadows of my solitary mind. Here, you read what is unspoken---thoughts, desires, the undefined.
The hazy conscience of a child, so lonely yet unalone. Speaking words he cannot say; lies one kid has thrown and sown.
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