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BetrayedBetrayed. . .Betrayed
The single word burned through the black thoughts of a seared heart. She'd danced with fire, and gotten burned. And now, her every desire was bent on revenge, justice for the injustice done to her.
Akasha stood, silent, trembling. Small hands were fisted at her sides, shadowed eyes glowing brilliantly red in that moment. Her skin, always pale, was at the point of translucency. That paleness that only death can give a body was hers then. A slow hiss eased out with a breath released, the sound one of purest menace and hatred. She loathed liars, and hated traitors. And now, she had to deal with one singl
by ~CelticWings
Fallen Wings Part FiveShe hadn’t run all that far, now had she. Why had she come here, of all places she could have gone? It didn’t entirely make sense to her in that moment, but she decided. . .why not stay, since she was already here? There weren’t any memories tied to this pla- what? Her head lifted, the thought broken as she heard footfalls behind her. Then beside her, as her Master approached.Fallen Wings Part Five
"I’m sorry," he said to her. "I shouldn’t have left like that, should have given you a chance to explain. I suppose I was reacting out of hurt and betrayal. You show me that you’ve lost your wings, then ask me to remov
by ~CelticWings
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How To Write Love On Her ArmsShe walks right by, hiding her face, the beauty and complexity, her pained gorgeousness, built by constant crys.How To Write Love On Her Arms
She's misunderstood, she never knew why, always alone, no matter how hard she tried.
She found an outlet, underneath her skin, the repeatative slicing of a knife, aroused the calm from within.
She would learn to control, but the feelings would come back, of despair, torture, and lots of doubt.
She needed help, she reached out and tried, many failed or walked away with a sigh. But the h
by ~PurpleWallflower
To Write Love On Your ArmsOn my arms There used to be scars Reminders of how much I hated myselfTo Write Love On Your Arms
But now there is a promise Of love, of life Of forgiveness
Now I know I am not here to fail I am here to help Myself, and others There are some who need me too Believe it or not
On my arms There were names carved deep out of depression Desperation But now, there is love
I used to want to scream But I knew no one would listen I was glad I wanted to die I wanted to fade away
Now I know I am not useless We
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- Favourite movie: Troy
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- Personal Quote: "Without love, our hearts are as dark as a universe without a sun."
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