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Date Posted: 22:33:19 04/11/03 Fri
Author: �pell
Subject: � Under The Spell �

((She has a home, and doesn't care about lights. Don't bug her unless your dark.))

.x. To Be Alone .x.
.x. Or So I Hope .x.
.x. To Get Away, From Everything .x.
.x. To Feel The Sweet Rapture Of Death .x.
.x. And Sweet Misery .x.
.x. Wish To Die .x.
.x. Yes, The Fun Of Having No Worries .x.

Demoness' appendages carry her into the lithosphere, hoping to be solitary, at least for some time, until she returned to the territory she lived in, she lay down in a cave, all the way in the far depths of the cave, laying down, laying her head on the cold ground. Auds stand perked, for quite no reason, she wouldn't really hear your words, she was in her own world now. Whipcord was curled around her. Vocal cords remain quiet. She liked it here, in her own solitude, she wasn't in the mood for quite to much. Right about now she rather have felt the sweet feelings of blood flowing down her frame, then living at the moment. Emotion, how she wished the very own thing didn't exist, whom ever invented wasn't exactly the brightest person on this earth, emotions, how she hated they very thing, hoping they would leave, but it didn't seem it would work, no not now. Death, how sweet that sounded right about now. Ever wished that you could help someone that you liked, or felt even the slightest feelings for? You try and try, yet some one else happens to help more than you, you just seem to get in everyone's way, then things happen, and you wish you neve existed, maybe if I didn't exist..maybe if I wasn't here..maybe..there were so many maybes wnating to be answered, but she knew well, no one could or would ever be able to answer anything.

.x. Death .x.
.x. A Sweet Escape From Reality? .x.
.x. Or Just A Simple Wish .x.
.x. Leaving Earth? .x.
.x. A Wish .x.
.x. Or A Momentary Feeling .x.

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Replies:

- The Hate Can Be Blinding - -- Blinding Hate, 21:52:14 04/15/03 Tue
- � Under The Spell � -- �pell, 06:59:20 04/16/03 Wed
  - - The Hate Can Be Blinding - -- Blinding Hate, 12:34:05 04/16/03 Wed