

A Guardian Angel to His HumanYou sit there, in the corner, crying your eyes out. That jerk, Emily Wilson, has hurt you once again, created a knife with her words and stabbed you in the chest. All the times before, her weapon has missed; pierced a shoulder, a lung, an arm. But today it pierced the heart. Thats a blow you wont easily heal from.A Guardian Angel to His Human
She told you that you werent beautiful. She told you that you had no friends. She told you that you were stupid, nothing more than a pest waiting to be flicked off the face of the Earth. You should know shes wrong, because she is. Her words describe herself much more than they describe you. But y
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let us go back to the days when the only monsters were the ones that were green and hid under beds and in closets...
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November is National Novel Writing Month!!!
What are you waiting for? Get writing!
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There are three types of people in the world: Those who can count, and those who can't.
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let us go back to the days when the only monsters were the ones that were green and hid under beds and in closets...
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November is National Novel Writing Month!!!
What are you waiting for? Get writing!
I just got back from NCYC with Jody. It was pretty fun!
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There are three types of people in the world: Those who can count, and those who can't.
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let us go back to the days when the only monsters were the ones that were green and hid under beds and in closets...
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November is National Novel Writing Month!!!
What are you waiting for? Get writing!
I happened to look upon your profile and I found your Deviantart!
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There are three types of people in the world: Those who can count, and those who can't.
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"Hanging brightly in those heavens, heavens so close to me"
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"But isn't it the same thing not to lie and to tell the truth?" said the boy.
"Certainly not! For to avoid lying you have only to hold your tongue; and do you think that comes to the same thing as speaking the truth?" - Giacomo Casanova
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