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What My Bleeding Heart AdmitsMy bleeding heart admits to many things: It admits to the pain it feels. It admits to the tears it spills. It admits to what makes it heal.What My Bleeding Heart Admits
My bleeding heart admits it needs many things: It needs to have you near by. It needs to feel your sighs. It needs to have your forgiveness.
My bleeding heart admits it does a lot of damage: It brings you pain when it bleeds out. It screams as you shout out loud. It cries as you sob with me.
My bleeding heart admits it loves you: It loves you enough to change. It wants to be with you for always.
by ~greyshades
A Untiled BeginingShe sat in a crouched position upon a fence post. The tips of her toes balancing upon the flat top of the post while half of her body slouched down gripping at the upper part of the post securely as if would help her should some force ram into the rickety flat topped obelisk and knock her off. Her tail swayed about behind her as she glanced about in a predatory manner. The town was silent at this time; it was not quite morning but not quite night. Rather somewhere in between, her mind breached for the words quietly as she felt the wind stir through the thin veil of fur of her tail causing a shiver up along her spine. A second wind came by a bA Untiled Begining
by ~greyshades
It is not fairIt isn\'t fair that you, Yes, you are a stranger. It isn\'t fair that you, Can touch me so closely. It isn\'t fair when you, Are able to love me now. It isn\'t fair that you, Have another to love.It is not fair
It isn\'t fair that I, Must sit to the side. It isn\'t fair that I Always have to wait. It isn\'t fair when I, Demand your attention. It isn\'t fair when I, Want to call your name.
It isn\'t fair that we, Have to play with love. It isn\'t fair that we, Can\'t be with eachother. It isn\'t fair when we, Can\'t kis
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That SpaceThat space beside me, It\'s where you were. You and I used to be. Not anymore I fear. I am scared for you. Maybe for myself too.That Space
That space scares me. I need someone there. I want to be held. Told that I\'m beautiful. That I have no flaws.
That space hurts me. It holds your memory. The shape of your form. When you used to hold me. How you used to whisper. It once felt so warm.
That space chills me. It feels so cold now. Without you there. I will have to go on. There are no tears. With very fe
by ~greyshades
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- Favourite band or musician: Voltaire, Duel Jewel, Malice Mizer
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- Favourite style of art: 3D animation, Pixel, sprites, etc.
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- Favourite game: Final Fantasy & Wild Arms (Both Series)
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- Personal Quote: "Who are you, where are we going, and why am I in this handbasket? =3"
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Reports of my demise have been greatly exaggerated.
Reports of _your_ demise have been premature, but accurate.
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Reports of my demise have been greatly exaggerated.
Reports of _your_ demise have been premature, but accurate.
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Reports of my demise have been greatly exaggerated.
Reports of _your_ demise have been premature, but accurate.
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