

Je ne voisHe used to call me beautiful, and perfect, and used to tell me he loves me. He used to call me, and tell me how nice it is to hear my voice. He'd apologise for calling late, and he'd tell me how much he missed me. He made me feel happy, and wanted, and loved, and so special. So, so, so, so damn special. -- I can remember him. He was bright with life, with icy, smouldering eyes, and black hair that would get in his eyes. I fell in love with who he was, and I watched him change. Who he was, who he is, but I can never seem to picture who he's going to be. All I see is the partially harmless boy I can't seem to forget. He was amazingJe ne vois


Quaking fearShe'd wake up with her pillow drenched in salty water. Her dreams would haunt her, but that's not what she was afraid of. She was afraid of them haunting her forever. It seemed like her dreams came real. People told her that they cared, and that they could talk to her, and that there will always, always be a happy ending. No, that's not right, not one bit. To be alright, to be happy, is to have no fears, no cares, no sense of unease. It made her feel more alone to hear that. No, it would not be okay. -- "If you need someone, please tell me, I'll always be here for you."Quaking fear
"Thanks, (: but I'll be alright. I'm
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Martin K
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Team L: Because the only real way to keep your last name from suggesting something about your sexuality when spelled backwards is to make it only one letter long!
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