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Move OnYou said you didn't love me,
You said you gave it time,
You said you were happier without me,
Then I said, fine.
You said:
Move on, move on, move on
I said, I cared so much for you,
You are making a mistake!
I did everything I can for you,
You said:
Move on, move on, move on, girl.
And I said you are never going to see me again,
You made a mistake,
I did not do anything to deserve this,
I did not give you any pain!
You said:
Move on, move on, move on
There is a new journey I must take,
To a place where I can find somebody new,
I am stepping off your roller coaster to determine my fate,
You said:
Move on, move on, move on
I said I am strong I

Confession of Betrayal"There was a time when I feared you, avoided you, for what you were - before I knew the person you were. A time, even, when I believed that because of that, you would have to die. That you were evil because of that irrational fear, and that all things 'evil' must be eradicated." She sighed deeply, clutching his hand for support as she spoke the truth that she'd never told him.

"When you first spoke to me, and I answered, I lied. I was willing to sacrifice my own morals if it meant reaching my goal. Killing you."

He watched her expressionlessly as she confessed what she had meant to tell him long ago, but had never had the chance - or perhap

BTTXReaderEDIT!! THERE WILL BE A PART TWO!! CLAM YO TITS!!
carry on... :)

...the reader works in a bar, but she get's punched up and they save her!
Bad Touch Trio X Reader
Story by lilacgiraffe
Request by kalliatkuan

“Last call!” you shouted from behind the counter. Suddenly, people rushed to the bar top, wanting to get one last drink in before they were kicked out. You finished serving all the drinks and closed the tabs of all the customers. You sighed and brushed a (h/c) hair out of your face with your wrist as you washed the empty glasses that were behind the counter. Looking around, you huffed.

“Where the hell is the rest o

Practice Poem - Man In CagePractice Poem - Man in Cage:

When I was young I was taught that pain begets pain,
Anger and animosity, malice and cruelty;
So deeply inflicted, so lovingly gifted.
I tasted of its rotten core and dared to call it sweet.

But what do I have to show for it?
White hot scars that burn in my dreams.
Reminders of a fragmented bi-polar self;
Self inflicted propaganda, to reinforce the "truth".

Truth so lovingly fabricated by a weakness within,
So desperately crying out for vindication;
Openly denying all that might shed light upon me,
Seeking only the company of shades in shadows...

Within four walls I sleep in exile;
Quietly pretending

I Comfort MyselfWith a warm drink, whispering secrets to my own reflection.

The struggles that plague me, though none may know,

Are only for the ears of my quiet mirror, who smiles

Softly, warmly and with care. He tells me, I'm fine

I've done well for now and soon I may finally rest.

Though the silence continues to press upon me,

Weighing upon my soul like an iron crate.

Still I find comfort in whispering secrets,

If only to my own reflection - holding a warm drink...

-Chen Yuan Wen, 17th October 2012

Prussia x reader ((Excuses.))

Excuses.

You sighed heavily and plopped back down on your bed, depressed by the quiet & emptiness of your home.

'He didn't come..'

You woke up at 7am this Christmas morning to try to sneak up on your boyfriend –whom you expected to be in your kitchen, cooking pancakes- but found no one in the room. Checking the Living room and bathroom, you were cast down by the absence of the boastful albino that you love so much.

Picking up your phone from the side table, you dialed the man's number and waited for the receiver to pick-up.

"King of Awesomeness speaking, how may I help?"

"How about getting your awesome ass over here and celebrate Christ

Jealousy- ItalyxReader_________ sat silently fuming behind the blissfully unaware Italian. He made it look so easy; like it was nothing. How did he do it? How was every fucking thing he drew a masterpiece?!

"GAAAAAAAH!" She yelled, throwing her paintbrush down in frustration. "FUCK THIS SHIT!"

Italy jumped, startled. "Ahh! D-don't scream out of nowhere like that, _______!"

_________ sighed in guilt. "I'm sorry, Feliciano. It's just… what's the use? I'll never be a good artist."

Italy looked at the girl sympathetically, approaching her so he could see her picture. "Aw, come on, _______!" He chirped, actually opening his eyes so he could see the picture. "I'm su

Pick-up lines America x ReaderPick-up lines
America x Reader
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Bored in your house with Alfred,you sighed.
"What's with the sigh?" Alfred asked you.You looked at him
and smiled "That my friend was the sigh of boredom." Alfred chuckled
"Hey can we do some pick-up lines?" You asked
"Sure." He sat up straight."Okay you you first"
"Me?" He pointed at his self
"No that potted plant" You said sarcasticly."Fine." He said.
"You know (NAme)...You must be a camera."
"Why"
"'Cuz everytime you're around,I smile" He said.You blushed.
"Your turn" He pointed at you.
"OKay,You must be a Cliff!" You exclaimed in a cute childish voice.
"Why?"
"I'm falling for you~!!" You k

SurvivalSurvival.

Give a man a fish he will eat for a day.
Teach a man to fish he will eat for a life time.

Give a man a gun he will rob a bank.
Give a man a bank he will rob the world.

We adapt and adjust.
Constantly dithering on the cusp
Of what is considered wrong and right,
Ensuring that our ambitions remain in sight.

We would be willing to do anything
In order to get what we truly desire.
We would be willing to risk everything
Even putting our friends in the line of fire.

We may share the bounty with others,
Allowing them to experience the fruitful taste.
Given the option we will even care for our brothers.
Just as long as w

Better Left Unsaid.You'll be a lawyer-
I'll be a writer.
You'll probably make more money but-
At least we'll both be doing things we love.
And we'll live on a farm,
Just like you always wanted and...
I want to marry you-
I can't imagine myself with anyone else.
But you don't know that.
We'd both laugh if I told you.
So it's better left unsaid.
I can see us staying up late...
Watching kiddie movies and eating chocolate ice cream.
And having candle lit dates on our bedroom floor-
Taco Bell, of course.
And on winter evenings, we'll curl up on the couch...
With hot chocolate...
As I read aloud to you-
From a book of my choice, of course.
But you don't know this...
You'd think I was weird if I told you.
So it's better left unsaid.
And one day we'll pick out a huge chair.
A chair for cuddling.
And when I'm sad-
You'll hold me in our chair...
And we'll both stay real quiet,
Taking each other in.
And eventually we'll start to talk-
Quiet murmurs at first...
And eve

Leave your past behind.

I know that you remember all of those bitter moments
But what is it worth for to keep those memories working
They’re not making you happy; they’re just making you hopeless
Then follows depression from the feelings that you’ve let lurking

Because you went through it, but you relive it every moment
When it’s all in your mind and you’re making it a necessary component
It’s just jarring to your heart, yet you keep it for your mind is uncertain
Many broken hearts, from family to friends, something you won’t admit was certain

I’ve been like you, for months to years, having a mind that’s unc

I Know You Hate Me Now But...I Know You Hate Me Now But...:

Just give me a chance alright, I'll explain

To me, you're the girl that I notice everything about.

The way you laugh, the way you smile;

We got along great back then, even if we don't now.

And to be honest, I miss that...

You had the most lovely silky smooth hair

You'd give me the cutest anime girl smile

I wish I'd talked to you more about Manga,

Hell you got me started on the whole thing.

You were fantastic at drawing too

Man I was always jealous of that talent,

And I loved your drawings, like I once loved you.

I wish that you could have been a professional.

I would have bought your book every mon

Attention WhoreOh god,
look at me.

I'm special.

I'm so cool.
I'm so strong.

You want to be me.

Here,
look at my scars.
I'm so hurt.
Pity me.

Please, god,
make fun of me,
so I can feel persecuted.
Pay attention to me.

I'll make you mad,
(so you'll pay attention.)
I'll scream,
and cry,
and throw a fit.

Look.

At.

Me.

Lay Me To SleepShe sat at her desk quietly, her eyes cast downward at a piece of blank paper. A pencil rested in a tightly-clenched fist, resting on the desk's top. Beside her arm was her iPod, in its iHome. Her eyelids drooped as she stared, tired, and a frown was on the younger woman's face. Slowly, she reached over and flicked on the electronic device, immediately blasted with its music as she tried to stay awake, focused, and composed.
This is what I brought you,
This you can keep.
Beside her the music burst from its speakers and enveloped her, dragging her deeper into her thoughts.
This is what I brought,
You may forget me.
I promise to depart
Just promise one thing.
She clenched her fists even more and began writing, tears gathering in her eyes as the song infiltrated her mind and she finally recognized it for its worth.
Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep.
She hadn't listened to it in so long. She hadn't heard it since...
Since...
Him.
This is what I brought you,
This you

I want to forget names,& faces,
& people.

I want to forget their veins,
fingerprints forever burned into my eyelids;
wrists I can't look at
without longing to tear apart.

Spine full, and spiteful:

I want to cry
roses in my midnight tea
for these star collapsed lungs.

I want to cry for her
& for me.

But Shame,
she wont allow me the courtesy.

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Why do I writeby =Shadowsoflosthope

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©2012-2013 =Shadowsoflosthope

The awesome photograph was done by ~LittleRedRidingHoody . Alright i saw a bunch of writers writing about weellll writing, and moment i saw =BleedTheDream180 do it ,i decided to join the flock. Hope mines original and i hope everyone enjoys

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~DuseDuch Jan 13, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

You wonderful being of light.

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~PandorasMusicalBox Jan 6, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

So pretty and true!

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~DarknessRequiems Jan 6, 2013 Hobbyist Digital Artist

love the last sentence: "why do i write, can you tell me?"

well done!
but i can feel the awkwardness in your text: you still doesn't know properly hw to use your words; it takes time to write things as we want to

cool poem eve

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~GuardianSuchan Jan 4, 2013

Could not have said this better myself.

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~FakeTearsDryFaster Jan 4, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

wow

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~Hollowalchemy Jan 1, 2013

I really love this, kinda makes me think about why I write. To tell the truth I think I write because it connects me to others like yourself.

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~AnimalofManyColors Jan 1, 2013

It gives every little perspective of people who write!

I write (an amateur at best though ^^") and this whole poem describes how I feel about writing.....but I still dont really know!

The end just made the whole thing.
"Can you tell me?"

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~cconstantine Jan 1, 2013 Student Writer

This is just amazing. I just.. I fave'd it before I even had read it all. It's powerful, and in some way really unique.
I can't give you any response more than I love it. I don't know, maybe I'm not as good as a writer to be able to give you any critique but I'm just speechless. Amazing work, really.

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~Inmensa-Sin Dec 31, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Why do I write? Quite simple. I write to give life to my dreams, fantasies and often my nightmares. I write to give them life so others may be inspired to bring theirs to life.

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*Ha-HeePrime Dec 31, 2012 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

I really, really liked this. Thanks for sharing! And the format was a good idea.

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