The book of secrets

# I cannot be judged by my cover For my cover doesn't show all out What goes on inside of me You have to read what I am all about The ink on these pages Have become words once written down They try to show emotions And the mixed feelings in...

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Hot through cold

Rue awoke covered in sweat. It was one of the hottest summers ever and sleeping was hard, due to the heat. She looked at her alarm clock, noticing it still was very early in the morning. She looked at the empty spot besides her. She missed her lover so...

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Till death do us part

Your love is like poison, It's getting to my brain. I just can't stop loving you, But soon I'll go insane I feel your nails on my back, Like knives cutting my skin. I know you're sad and angry, But you're the one lying For all the wrongs you...

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Your wish, my command...

The cloudless sky of night was filled with twinkling stars. The full moon reflected so much sunlight, that this night could hardly be considered dark. The large and ancient castle was basking in the lunar rays and its rooms, mostly dark save for a few,...

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My deer love

They were running. Their hair flowing in the wind, drifting behind them as they sped through the forest darting from left to right. His expression; focussed, his ears were back, trying to pick up any sound. One hand carried his bow, the other held the...

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Dreamless Sleep

I am laying in my bed, when I start to cry. At a time when I feel so sad, I wish I would just die. Thinking of how my life has been, surviving in a world of pain. Where I never wanted to be seen, trying not to go insane. But now something has...

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A sacrifice for the greater good

"Stupid, stupid game." thought Crystal. 'Why, gods, why did I have to choose Dare? I wanted to be the tough one again. I had to call Dare again. And this time I can't back out. Did that too often. This time I will follow through and do this. I...

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Rituals of the flesh

He was running. He was not running out of fear or to flee. He was running just because he liked it. It helped him focus and organize his memories. To him it was a form of meditation, falling into the rythm of the sound his feet made when they touched...

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