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Shadows of the Night
Missing souls, searching for redemption,
Through cracked memories they must go.
Wandering in the reflection,
Lost in the Echo.
Having everything to fear,
Hope is lost, it seems.
Traveling through the years,
In the Valley of Dreams.
Running to find one last haven,
Trying to catch the last gleam of light.
Falling shortly, overtaken,
by the Shadows of the Night.
I Miss You
How can I say I Miss You,
when you're never around?
I'm separating my life,
moving away from this small town.
I wish we could have been more,
My heart was full, now empty since it tore.
I can't keep these sad memories,
it's why I'm moving on.
I'm a lost entity,
hiding from all Ive done wrong.
I try, and try but helplessly fail,
these memories of you, they always prevail.
My sadness for you will never go away,
so please help me for just one day.
You've changed my life,
in case you didn't know.
So sit here by me for just one night,
let me tell you these feelings I never show.
Without you I'm a lost soul,
empty and heartless, and leaves it cold.
I try to cheer myself up,
but i can't do it on my own.
I need you here beside me,
to help me up and be my own.
I Miss you.
Tokka - I Want to See Her "She's beautiful," he whispered in her ear. She sniffled a bit. The physical pain had long subsided, but that wasn't what was causing the crushing sensation in her heart.
"Who does she look like more?" she asked Sokka, trying to keep her voice from wavering. He thought for a moment, scanning his little girl with his eyes.
"Well, I think she looks like both of us," he told her, stroking their newborns cheek gently. "She has my cheek bones and chin, and your face structure and eyes. Your beautiful green eyes." He murmured, turning and kissing her temple softly. Toph couldn't hold it back any longer.
"Sokka," she sobbed. The southern watertribe councilman turned and wrapped his strong arms around her shoulders, making sure to mind the baby. He knew only one thing that could cause the kind of reaction from Toph. "Oh, Sokka," she choked into his shoulder. He rubbed her back
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
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