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by MagicGirl_Helia » Sun Feb 26, 2012 7:35 am
"Yeah, its good." She said with a smile. She layed her hand on the table, looking at her mood ring.
"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 silvanelves » Sun Feb 26, 2012 7:37 am
I decide to experiment with the ball of light a bit. It's so weird, being able to conjure this and I wanted to know more. Walking towards my house, i see a small tree, aim, and hurdle the light ball at it. I jump back when it makes impact and realize there is a hole straight through it. "Woah...."
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by MagicGirl_Helia » Sun Feb 26, 2012 7:52 am
Allie smiles at him. "Yeah sure." She said, taking another sip of her hot chocolate.
"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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