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Posted: Mon Feb 04, 2008 4:45 pm
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Posted: Wed Feb 06, 2008 5:47 pm
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Posted: Thu Feb 07, 2008 9:34 pm
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He's fighting frantically.
He's dancing in deceit.
(Don't stop, don't stop, don't you dare...)
Invisible foes hover, much like shadows of buildings in the twilight, much like imagination and desperation and, oh, he's deluded. Look at the little boy, punching and leaping and gritting his teeth and sweating up a storm. Look at that child -- my, oh my. Look at that hair flying about, hasn't his father seen to it that he gets a haircut? Look at him, why, he's not much taller than our own, darling son ...
Look at him. He's crazy.
Crazy, crazy, crazy.
Panting and sweating and glaring and cursing and crazy.
(Now, now. It's not polite at all to be staring.)
Not that he’d notice. Not that you’d care.
I think I'd make a great Edward because I am him! mrgreen
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Posted: Thu Feb 07, 2008 9:37 pm
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Posted: Fri Feb 08, 2008 2:33 pm
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Posted: Fri Feb 08, 2008 3:54 pm
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Posted: Fri Feb 08, 2008 4:19 pm
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(It is so ON!!!! This is my example of whats going on inside my head...)
I confess did something that was forbidden, and I never paid enough of a price, that was and maybe still is, my belief. That would explain this willing torture; the abandonment of everything I love and firmly think I do not deserve.
Mother died, she died because I, the oldest son, did not even notice her illness. Father left long ago, my younger brother, though born only a year after me, I think was still too young. It was my responsibility to at least notice, and I didn't.
On her death bed she had one last wish. She was surrounded by her two sons and her dearest friends, but she wished to see her husband, I knew it even if she did not say it. Instead she asked foe something else, she asked for flowers, she asked me to get those flowers, and I didn't. I helplessly held her hand, cried and yelled in desperation like the child I was, but shouldn't have been, because she, and my brother needed me to grow up, but I didn't, I never did.
After mother died my dark ambition began, I disrespected life itself attempting to revive her and created a monster that later took the lives of many innocent people. That's not all, my brother, my only family, since I did not consider my father as such, lost his entire body, and I selfishly brought him back.
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Posted: Fri Feb 08, 2008 7:37 pm
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Posted: Sat Feb 09, 2008 4:58 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 11, 2008 12:48 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 11, 2008 4:14 pm
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