

FightScreams echo through the house on a cold winter day, winds knocks at the windows, houses, and doors, eight inches of snow cover the ground like a blanket, no foot steps are present on this harsh day, Our fight lasting till the sun departs and the night begins, Matches lit a fire glowing brightly like a warm love, unlike the emotions in the room, that are so tightly strained, figures knock to the floor, hit by our handsin an effort to hurt, It feels like everything is passing slowly by, My heart is breaking, crumbing though the tears and the pain, Ending... a door slams shut as you waFight


The beginning and endO, Remus, I, perhaps, love you, as, I like you more, than I like myself, as we dance as, the dancing cats, sing and scream, I feel for you, on this day on which, we die.The beginning and end
Remus, my sweet,
I bid you goodbye, we walk away whole, for once, its time we stop this merry-go-round, no more tears shall drop this day, as you kiss my hand goodbye, my eyes wish to disobey, but alas I shall not cry, I will forever love you


Emo Vs. PunkIm simply walking with my friends when the most beautiful girl Ive ever seen walks by. To most she probably ugly because of her baggy clothes and glasses but that only makes me want to take them off more to see the wonderful body underneath. I can tell from her uniform shes from our rival school across town they have Arts and Smarts, and we have Sports and Arts. I leave my friends to approach her and her friends. I walk up so close to her that Ive trapped her against the wall and I say Hey Emo girl, I wanna speak to you. As their school is all Emos and Goths, we are all punks, which makes them fear us. HerEmo Vs. Punk
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