

My Little BrotherMy Little BrotherMy Little Brother
Sprawled on the floor of our fathers study, My blood coats my fingers as I cry your name. I feel unbalanced and robbed, But more has been taken from me
Than one can possibly imagine. I call your name in the haze of the chaos. Are you there? No. You have been taken. Taken to the other side, never to be seen again. Taken because of me.
We had such dreams, such hubris, To think we could take the place of gods, To think we could resurrect what has deceased. But why not, I wonder. The theory was pe


ClassicIt was the red lipstick. Deep red, like the color of a matured rose. It was a dramatic contrast to her porcelain-pale face, and her gleaming pearl teeth underneath were flawless. Not a blemish donned her face, nor a wrinkle or freckle. Her eyes were clear pools of glassy blue, enhanced beautifully by the smoky eye shadow and midnight black eyeliner. Her skin was smooth across her raised cheekbones and every other part of her body. Her arms, her legs It was all perfect. Her hair looked like it was made from gold. The lipstick, the hair.&nbClassic
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Marquil Horn
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I like Honey buns. lol :lmfao:
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"I'm not making demands. I'm making suggestions....with heavy emphasis on following though with them."
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I like Honey buns. lol :lmfao:
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This white rose is tainted red with the blood of a forgotten innocence,
This blood that forever takes the purity, is the blood of my humility...
My misery,
My pain.
My defeat.
From the source of it all...
You.
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...nee, Hijikata-san?
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"I'm not making demands. I'm making suggestions....with heavy emphasis on following though with them."
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