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Stranger by foxyrosedanie, literature

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Stranger

A person who has my eyes, who has my hair, my smile as well. This person wears my clothes, and mocks my every move. Same voice, same look, Just the same.. This person is a stranger a person who's vial, who hates the world, and wants to burn inside. This person is a girl who laughs at the name, she hates everybody who calls her sane. She isn't bad, she isn't nice, and she's definitly not good. She's far from perfect, close to plain. She's litterally gone INSANE. She's smiles when someone is hurt, she laughs at their pain. She mocks and teases people that are near. Though she has feelings, but noone knows they're there. She loves her

Terror Amnesia by foxyrosedanie, literature

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Terror Amnesia

Constant shadows follow. My memory is gone. everything is dark. I wait for something to happen. I wait but don't receive. My mind now scattered. lonley roads is where I stand, and stay. I don't want to remeber what terrible fates my mind has pushed aside. I know if I do it will only bring pain. I know if I try to re-attach what has left I will be insane. touched by sides I wander in circles, where to go what direction to follow? My mind is lost my pain is suffer. I try to remember and I fall down crying. I feel the wet blood stains across my shirt I see the weapon close behind. What I have I done..who was it this time..?

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Pond.. by foxyrosedanie, literature

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Pond..

Calm waters, stressed tears, and broken hearts. The pond is filled with tears of cheated hearts, it is visited so often it overflows. dug deep for years a place of sorrow not a place of beauty not a place for love. dark trees surround the pond blocking out sunlight or any brightness to cheer up the sadness. The pond is dark, depressed, and used... The pond only sees the upset women and weak men who visit. The people who talk to the pond for answers, and when they feel better never return. The pond is a tool for recovery; the pond is nothing more but therapy. The pond has feelings; The Pond has sorrow; The pond has no one that will listen. T

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Artist // Student // Traditional Art

Aug 29
United States
Deviant for 13 years
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Hey there. Sorry I haven't really posted anything in forever, but I'm thinking of changing that.

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Salvador Dali

Favourite Movies

The Rocky Horror Picture Show

Favourite TV Shows

Adventure time, MPGIS

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Three doors down, twenty one pilots, Linkin Park, Seether, Nickleback

Favourite Games

Halo series, alice: Madness returns, batman: arkum asylum

Favourite Gaming Platform

Xbox360

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Pen, Paper

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Nov 13, 2010

No More (short story)

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The day was young, just begining, and I could feel the autum breeze.. My steps were casual looking on the pave sidewalk that I took everynow and then. My voice practically gone from the yelling, my hair? A mess.. My clothes? well I guess I didnt really check how I looked when dashing out. Im wearing nothing but a long nightgown... And of course my slippers.   My mind scattered with the headache, my mood had been tampered by the fight with him. He had been planning for months, and he had been with that 'girl' for a year the low-life tramp that sought out nothing but his fortunes..But none the matter she had a nice ass, good body, and long