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Emolia 18-21, F
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I Want You to Read This Before You Add Me to Your Circle
Do Not Ignore This Story
Stuff you need to know before you add me.
1. I am not interested in pervs, trolls, or morons. That's why I dun add them, I use da blockey button! :D
2. I am not always happy...
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Experiences
Stories
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I Am Part Of The Red Moon Pack
Vampire....Hi. I'm Emolia, and I'm not a wolf. Or a human. I'm a vampire. I heard about your pack, and decided I'd want to join. I really do want to prove myself. Prove I can be just as loyal as a wolf, and ten … [more] -
Why Do I Love Her?There are so many things that aren't right with my secret obsession. My crush, the person I love so much, it kills me to be away from her. First off, it's a she, I'm a she. We're both girls. Secondly,… [more]
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She's Everything To Me, But She's Not Supposed To BeI love her so much, with my entire being. I've never felt so wonderful inside. Whenever I'm with her, my heart starts beating faster, and I feel all happy inside. But she doesn't feel that way about m… [more]
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The Body Tears Itself ApartYou take one side And he takes the other Ripping my heart in half Blood soaking through the carpet My body, laying Broken and deadened Just like my screams Ho… [more]
Confessions
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I confess....you got meI, in reality, am not human. I am an eggplant-peach hybrid. I went horribly wrong. So sad that the scientists ended up with me.… [more]
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The Voices of NatureThere are times I feel like the earth is talking, that everything talks in it's own way. I feel as though even the wind has a voice and language. It has stories it's told me, and times it's seen. Every scratch on a bone is a story, which is why I love collecting bones. The trees tell stories of time, they tell time. Every last blade of grass has a voice to me. But the trick is listening to the voices. I often have a hard time. The voices I hear most are the wind and rain. The night and bones. They speak to me like no human ever will.… [more]
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My Suicide ( A Poem )Where have all the kind days gone? Those times when children would laugh and play When the most innocent angel flew so high? They must be gone now Distant memories Just flipping through this photo book in my mind So long ago This is not the first time the angel has fallen She is corrupt from the world, the city, her home Look at those arms, scarred and bloodied And her eyes lead to the darkest soul The blackest wings Bloodied and painted like a sunset and night A night with no stars or moon A sunset with no sun Watch her fade away Fade away Into the twilight dreamland we once knew Hush, hush Your time is nearing Your wings will be white again, I promise Just one swipe of the blade, one clean… [more]
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Maybe I'd be tougherI really don't like when people think I'm helpless. I'm not. I've lived alone. I've been there, done that. But they still treat me like am some sort of newborn kitten! I'm not. I'm a girl. I can take care of myself. I had for years. I'm not weak. I'm not stupid. I'm not helpless. It makes me wonder if I was a boy if people would respect me. Or at least if I looked tough. Does a 4'7" tall girl wearing pink really seem all that tough? No. That's why I wear black. Even then I look weak. I'm not. I swear I'm not. And when people think I am incapable, I try to prove them wrong. Have I done alright? No. I need to do better....… [more]
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