They seem so carefree. I am not. This monster gnaws me from the inside. I never speak of it. I reach out, desperate for a solitary touch.
Laughter. Feeling. Luxuries I once enjoyed. Now I feel cold. Silent. I cry. Tears pour from somewhere so deep, it hurts. They don't see.
It's always THEM. Never US. The word stays tucked in my mind. I never say it. It's not my fault! I need their attention!
What am I saying? I don't deserve attention. I want, but I don't need. Want is a sin.
My whole being yearns to leave, everything. Very soon. But, I'm afraid of the loneliness.
So, when I go...they're coming with me.
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YES! Perfect 100....
A contest entry
- Insane yet? by Ninja Bubble.
100 points, ended January 7, 2008, 15 entries
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I really liked this it was great! It was an awesome use of self contradictory! You have a talent for stoetry, ya know that?
Keep it goin!~Z -
Hmm...it's good, but you need to add more, make it detailed, and fix spelling errors.=)
beginning: 1, language: 1, plot: 1, ending: 1, dialog: 1, characters: 1.
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