

Nick's Story.his heart was empty, his life was cold. the drugs he took, the liquor that slid down his throat, took nothing away from the anger that permeated inside of him. he hurt his loved ones; he wanted to make us hate him so that he could have an excuse for his actions. every day, he died a little more inside. I wanted to care, but the way he acted, the way he treated us, I hated him with all my heart.Nick's Story.
I regret how it all changed on that hot August evening. his note lay on the counter; written on the back of a business letter.
he told us he wanted


Blue.The wind was low; rustling the leaves that had lay still on the wet ground.Blue.
The scene was almost surreal, the hue of color all variations of blue. Even the air itself was thick, the color of a midday sky.
The cherry blossom trees were in full bloom, but the flowers of the trees were not pink, but a beautiful baby blue.
A small waterfall bubbled in the distance, leaving a distinct emotion of serenity.
There was no life but the tiny fluttering of a robin and her young.
A poison, but still beautiful, smoke curl through the air, from t
drop by anytime ^-^
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if hell's full of people like me it cannot possibly be boring, I'm awesome!...and totally humble
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"What's wrong with a man wantin' another man to touch his beads?"
Robert Downey, Jr.
Hungry?
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"Revolution is not about anger, it's about transformation"
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If you turned into a Zombie, I'd help you look for Brains...
日本語! - MeowYin
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゙(゚、 。 7
l、゙ ~ヽ
じしf_, )ノ
hii Sydnie!
That's my name too! Only it's spelled Cydney.
Thanks for adding Zombies to your favourites... You're cool.
And welcome to deviantART!
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My inner child has issues...
Truth be told
There is no truth.
We've lost the moral to the story-
The seduction of the Light hath come
To reap the pleasures of the Dark.
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