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What She Is To Me Her angelic voice rings threw my head like church bells that just won’t stop. Her smile flashes in my mind like the light house to the boats on the lake. The sent is stuck in my nose. I still feel her arms around me and her voice telling me that it’s ok. I cry all the time wanting her back. I scream for her at night as I sleep. I want her back…but I feel as tho it will never happen. Why did I have to hurt her? She is my life. I want to be with her. I want to hold her. I want to marry her. To grow old with her. I love her still. She broke my heart but I don’t care. I should hate her but I can’t. I can’t move on. She is my life, my all, my everything.

Posted by: DeathAngel56 Wed May 12, 2010 @ 10:24pm

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Commented on: Sun May 16, 2010 @ 05:03pm


	There once was agirl faced with the hardest decision known. She had to choose between saving a life later and hurting now, or ending up being the wielder of the eternal blade. With the gentle hands of a seamstress she tore the threads she had sewn into his heart, tore the ones tying him to her. He took a blade to her own, not caring for the damage she put herself through. She cried as her heart bled out, wirting in her own fateful blood a hope with all her will. A hope that he would one day forgive her as she had forgiven others. "Forgiveness is the best I can give you, dearest", she whispered as she collapsed to the ground to remain on this earth as an angel with wings torn off.

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