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by MagicGirl_Helia » Thu Mar 15, 2012 7:39 am
Allie walked out of the room, and into the other room. She layed down on the bed and looked up at the ceiling. She looked at her ring. "Together forever..." she said quietly to herself.
Alex sighed. "She says I cheated on her." He said.
"And wouldn't it be nice to live together,
In the kind of world where we belong..."
They were never scared
of the kids who might die,
or the empty spaces
they would leave behind.
"They were afraid of us
The ones who lived."
"It is the fire.
The spark.
Black is the color of memory.
It is our color.
The only one they'll use
to tell our story."
“I used to dream
about turning back time,
about reclaiming
the things I'd lost
and the person I used to be.
But not anymore.”
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by MagicGirl_Helia » Thu Mar 15, 2012 8:55 am
Alex shook his head. "Her best friend was jealous of us. Allie caught her kissing me one day and broke up with me." He said. "I tried to talk to her, but she wouldn't listen."
Allie closed here eyes and tried to sleep, but her mind wouldn't stop. Everything that had happened kept replaying in her head.
"And wouldn't it be nice to live together,
In the kind of world where we belong..."
They were never scared
of the kids who might die,
or the empty spaces
they would leave behind.
"They were afraid of us
The ones who lived."
"It is the fire.
The spark.
Black is the color of memory.
It is our color.
The only one they'll use
to tell our story."
“I used to dream
about turning back time,
about reclaiming
the things I'd lost
and the person I used to be.
But not anymore.”
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by MagicGirl_Helia » Thu Mar 15, 2012 9:10 am
Allie heard her room door open. She sat up and looked at him. "You okay ?" she asked.
"And wouldn't it be nice to live together,
In the kind of world where we belong..."
They were never scared
of the kids who might die,
or the empty spaces
they would leave behind.
"They were afraid of us
The ones who lived."
"It is the fire.
The spark.
Black is the color of memory.
It is our color.
The only one they'll use
to tell our story."
“I used to dream
about turning back time,
about reclaiming
the things I'd lost
and the person I used to be.
But not anymore.”
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by MagicGirl_Helia » Thu Mar 15, 2012 9:22 am
Allie smiled sheepishly. "Yeah... couldn't sleep." she said.
"And wouldn't it be nice to live together,
In the kind of world where we belong..."
They were never scared
of the kids who might die,
or the empty spaces
they would leave behind.
"They were afraid of us
The ones who lived."
"It is the fire.
The spark.
Black is the color of memory.
It is our color.
The only one they'll use
to tell our story."
“I used to dream
about turning back time,
about reclaiming
the things I'd lost
and the person I used to be.
But not anymore.”
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by MagicGirl_Helia » Thu Mar 15, 2012 9:29 am
Allie smiled. "Oh, sorry about that." she said. "Wanna sit down ?" she asked.
"And wouldn't it be nice to live together,
In the kind of world where we belong..."
They were never scared
of the kids who might die,
or the empty spaces
they would leave behind.
"They were afraid of us
The ones who lived."
"It is the fire.
The spark.
Black is the color of memory.
It is our color.
The only one they'll use
to tell our story."
“I used to dream
about turning back time,
about reclaiming
the things I'd lost
and the person I used to be.
But not anymore.”
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- Posts: 8813
- Joined: Wed May 25, 2011 12:05 pm
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