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	The Tales of a Homunculus Here's my hell. Welcome and enjoy your stay.


Things I wrote on 5/15/09: Bright lights surround you. You think about it. Is this really a lie? You take a step forward. All of the things that have been told to you in life. Were they really true? The burning illumination takes away your sight for a moment. Are there so many unfinished things that have been left behind? Is it really supposed to hurt this much? The light dies away, and you've finally left the world. Am I really supposed to run from this hurt? This sorrow? This truth? _______________________________________________________________________ In the eyes of a hero, A child cries, A women screams, A villain dies. Maybe it's just imagination, setting free, no limitations to hold back thee. Maybe it's feelings, emotions so strong, that chooses the course the owner goes on. But when the 'evil-doer' gives out a cry, the hero stops, thinks, and wonders why. He was just a man, much like you or me. But maybe he was lost, maybe he needed to be set free. So whilst the city rejoices in glorious sound, you'll find that the hero cannot be found. For he will be alone on the villain's grave, saying softly how he wished the man could have been saved. Sin Avarice · Sat May 16, 2009 @ 02:36am · 0 Comments


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There must be the sign on my head...
It says:
"Oh love me dead!"
Love me dead!

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