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I just got the most amazing mail *w*Firstly: There's still a contest going on, do join~http://rosey-raven.deviantart.com/journal/SunTC-contest-time-361574229
I GOT A BOX
What a pretty box!
okay okay, so what was in the box? Let's find out 8D
Oop, something peeks out it's... it's ... *w*
:iconssragefaceplz::iconsaysplz: HOW DARE YOU PUSH ME DOWN CLONE!
:icontfathundercrackerplz::iconsaysplz: I AM BETTER THAT YOU! I CAN DO WHAT I WANT!
:iconssragefaceplz::iconsaysplz: YOU ARE A CLONE! AND A WORTHLESS ONE AT THAT!
...seekers, seekers please, stop fighting D8
That's better~ SO~
These would be the most amazing,, awesome, cutest plushies I...jsfkjbgkjabgjfkgbajkfgjrgjfgkag LOOK AT THEM, THEY ARE ADORABLE :iconomgsocuteplz:
Made by the amazing :icon6thclone: and you should go to her page and get yourself an ADORABLE PRECIOUS seeker plushie seriously :iconchuuplz:
Oh look, tiny versions of yourselves 8D Ithinktheymightbeafraidhere...
Ah~ Our new BFFs
"Buy a day to have a friend, in exchange for a day to be miserable."
Says the sign by the door.
I bought a friend one day. What is another miserable day anyway?
I've been having lonely bad days since I can remember.
When I make "friends"; they always leave me in the end.
Whether they moved on from something we both used to like, or they find someone better than me.
The hardest part of my miserable days, is seeing groups of happy people.
Most of all, if they are talking about the things I like. Why can't I be a part of their group? I ask myself sometimes.
Why can't I find a friend who can share a real bond?
So I rented a doll programmed to be my friend.
We went to places I liked and showed it the things I love.
We had a great time. But, I had to return it by the end of the day and it forgot all about me the next day.
It was time to pay my bill. The shop owner handed me the tab and it was blank.
He said all I have to do was live life as I usually did. Miserable.
But being alo
Too LateI cannot change what I am.
I will never believe that
There is a light at the end of the tunnel
Even if I can't see it through the darkness
I keep fighting
Through rivers of tears
There is no end to this storm
I can't be convinced that
I will learn to love myself
I still have so many flaws, but
My beauty has faded away
In my uncertainties, and
Faith can't be restored
I won't tell myself that
I can change my fate
Because I know
My sorrow is eternal
It would be a lie if I said that
I can change what I've become
If I turn myself around
It's not too late.
(Now read bottom to top.)
To depression, for creating days without endWake up to the realization that you've been awake
for seconds, minutes, hours.
You've been awake in this warm, dark room
and you don't know how long it's been
but now you're conscious
and it starts again--
the pain, strong and steady, in your chest.
You gain consciousness in this too warm morning
and your thoughts whir in endless loops
because it's either that or face the weight in your chest.
Light breaks though the window, soft and unwelcome
but you take it as a reluctant gift--
a new distraction from the feelings awake in your chest.
Awake, but not conscious.
So you think yourself in circles a little while longer
waiting for those quiet pains
(the constant reminder)
to gain consciousness.
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