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K i l l e rHeart pounding,Mind racing,Legs pumping,Arms swinging,Sweat beading,Eyes fixed,Knife in hand,Ready to kill.
W r i t e r s b l o c kI wish I could write every thought,Every memory of us down exactly how I want,And exactly how I remember it.But, it's so...hard,Yet at the same time so easy.I remember what we said,Exactly how we said it,But I just can't seem to write it down.I try to write out my feelings,But the words won't flow.Everything in my mind is jammed and blurred.Stuck.They have a name for this infliction:It's called writers block.
D a r k to L i g h tI'm falling, slipping away.I'm fading,Fading fast.Falling into the ever unknown,Falling into despair and empty blacknessWhere no light, not even a glint can penetrate through.And just as I'm about to hit the ground,You caught me,And light shown through.
Love Is....Love...Love is when your heart can't stop racing when you see his smiling face,Love is when your face is red at the thought of his name,Love is when you're with him, but you have so little time,Love is when he teases you and always says "I'm kidding" in the end.Love is when you give him your smile, and you make his day.Love is when he takes the risk and kisses you gently.Love is when he is away, and you miss him till' you're in tears.Love is when he sneaks up on you and tickles you silly, till' your both on the ground laughing hysterically.Love is when on Valentines Day, he tells you those three simple words....I love you.