They called me faggot, and thought there were better then me. They thought they could laugh at me because I’m different. I use to cry all the time . . . but I don’t anymore. I don’t feel sad, I don’t feel anything anymore. I like it better this way, the num empty feeling is… Continue reading The evil inside of me . . . .
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The Begining of the End- Part I
Beginning of the End Part I- Loss of Innocence By MidnightRaven Even in death he was the epitome of beauty. In life he was irresistible, and now, as he lay on the cold ground, I could not help but reach out and stroke is soft, pale face. He looked peaceful there, completely unaware of the… Continue reading The Begining of the End- Part I