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All this time Loving you deeply Throughout all the lies and the cheating All this time Being by your side Even though you do your best to throw me away All this time Trying just to make you happy It always seems like I fall just short Do I satisfy you? Or do you need another? Is it possible that i'm not forever? Love is bond, by my own admission But is it enough to keep two together? Is it enough to survive through it all? I try my best to make it work But it seems you try harder to make things difficult Why can't things be easy Be simple Be kind? My love for you cannot be expressed. These words on this paper can't even g

A simple gaze around the cheap apartment would lead to a simple conclusion about it's inhabitant.  Lazy Ass Motherfucker. There are newspapers and books scattered all over the room, riddled amongst the cans of caffenated drinks and pizza boxes.  Some of the books look fairly interesting, "Introduction to Metaphysics", "Study Compilation on working Psionics", "The Biology of a Psionicist", for example.  Many more are compilations of sunday morning comics and other fiction.  There's a large bulletin board on the wall in what -seems- to be the living room.  Various clippings and picturs are strewn across the board, mostly about odd occurances o

Repressing Thought It's a nice sunny day in a nice cozy little city.  The horizon is as blue as anything else, and it's a wonderfully warm summer day.  Cut to the orphanage on the edge of town, it seems it's time for recess.  Various children can be seen playing hopscotch, on the monkey bars, basketball, you name it.  There would be a noticeably large gathering of older kids towards the back gate, away from supervision.  They look to be circled on something, kicking at it.  Hackensack was fairly popular among the older kids at this particular orphanage, but it seems there's someone in the center of this circle.  A younger child, no more tha