

FailureThe landscape is but a dull hue to my wide eyes, all sound but a buzz which barely penetrates the void that is my mind.Failure
I am scared.
When you were born the world cried, my mother said. My parents have never stopped mourning.
I lean heavily against the wall. It supports me better than they ever did.
No, it is my fault. Disaster follows me doggedly, I am a constant curse who inflicts misery upon all I come upon. I am useless for nothing other than destruction.
Oh well, dear.. Never mind... My mother gave a long-suffering sigh.
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MercilessIt has a firm hold on me.Merciless
My muse, I mean. At first it was simple - I got the inspiration to write a few stories here and there, the odd poem. I'd scribble them down in the nearest thing a notebook at the bottom of my bag, usually. The occasional whim instantly recorded then forgotten.
By the end of a week my notebook was full up. I bought another, then another. I found myself jotting things down with more frequency, but still thought nothing of it. Until I started using my laptop. At home, this was more convenient; it saved paper, after all. Type type type type, I wrote and tapped into the hours of the night.
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"I'd rather be hated for who I am, than loved for who I am not"
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"I'd rather be hated for who I am, than loved for who I am not"
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PATA PATA PATA PON! ò_ó9
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I'm so close to heaven, This hell is not mine!
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