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      BOOM! CRASH! POW! Things fly across the room. Words are whipped at one another filled with poison. Each throws a glare at the other filled with so much hatred. Our arms fly to each others throat, and we struggle like that in a sort of macabre dance.The lights begin to dim out in my eyes, but its not over. No, not yet. For if I die, you will go to Hell with me. BOOM! CRASH! POW! A vase smashes inches away from my face, a feeling so feral, so animalistic, grows within me. I pick up a broken shard and charge at you, screaming at the top of my lungs, wishing, praying that this time you'll die. You catch me just as I am about to pierce the

I'm in the Land of the Lost, With a Heart of the Brave I am bound with cast iron shackles as I await my sentence. The sky is a sorrowful shade of grey, and the wind gusts in my face. Leaves scatter around my feet and swirl the charcoal ashes around my feet. Standing in Silence. I have nothing to gain, but everything to lose. My cheeks burn from the shed tears, though they're long gone, their presence still lingers. I keep hoping and praying, that you'll turn around and apologize, Take me into your arms, and tell me that it'll be different. That you love me and that you're sorry. I hold my breath and soon I can tell that you're

          A porcelain doll, thats what you are. You sit upon the shelf so beautiful and perfect. With your golden locks perfectly spun into tight curls that cascade around your flawless white face. You are poised in a pink silk dress embroidered with diamonds and pearls. You sit radiating an attitude of perfection, or so it seems that nothing can get to you; the perfect one. As when one takes a closer look, one sees the thin spidery cracks that resemble almost veins. If a being has veins then the being has blood. And the only way blood moves, is through the heart. Yes, the porcelain doll had a heart, buried somewhere within, under all of the

Earth is a single planet spinning around somewhere in the ever expanding Space. It is populated by the human race, subordinated by animals, but is all run by Nature. Nature divides into the controlled and the uncontrolled, Humanity strives for perfection and flawlessness. The uncontrolled is an unearthly synchronity by which chaos rules, but creates a beautiful symphony known as Life. When looking through the vast expanse of outer space humans are but a microscopic hundredth of a particle of dust. We are so miniscule, but miraculous. We, Life, Humans, Animals, everything that exists on this small planet are a miracle. As humans we are given t