What If They Were Real

The fanfiction is from my point of view, i hope you read and enjoy it! there may be a little bit of cursing. :p chapter 1: my life i woke up at half past six in the morning by my alarm. it was monday - the day i hate the most.

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Next...

Next... With a steady hand I broke the band to be more than the memory could show The future always a past realization, the present seems more able to grow Beyond & above the times I cherish, & moments I'll always love Seconds make up what's...

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Lie-f...

Night thoughts - 50 - Y knot... Lie-f... Among mystery, among the lost Lies a price paid beyond any cost Division only in thought, revision ever on the edge Many look to quickly what lies below the unthinkable ledge Surrounded by much, not many...

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---Lightly timing...---

Searching for a smile casual is the stranger who see's beyond a door strange is anyone casual enough to move forward, keep eyes only toward the floor to not see what any able can to defy commonality among the many, a fellow human speaking from points of view

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Friction-all...

Something some way, worthwhile to find as of late it's become more of a hassle than a hobby all it's own ignorance above all else, in my opinion, is the only thing that's grown most seemingly upset if things aren't made easy for their point of view

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Night thoughts - 21. - because why not

Night thoughts - 21. - because why not Eh-Co. - - - Language is a certain noise, made to give peace to uncertainty, when with others, who want to simply go about the day without worry It's something honestly alarming, even considered, if used a...

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It Started With a Night of Fright (Spera's View 1)

Is this worth re-writing in gabrel's point of view? what do you think spera knows is coming to gabrel? and one more question to get you thinking on the story line, why would the bad guys want in the military base?

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My true feelings

When we were young we were taught to dream, when we got older, we where taught to love, to share with others, later, we are taught to obey life, Lifes a lie, a battlefield, never a moment of trust, never a moment of truth, always smothered in...

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Wolves Under Moon

Dreams have slid, winds have blown. Cats were meowing, wolves did woof. All the time have passed in toot. Open eyes and look outside. Feel the power of Thee heart. Shred no tear, cause I am here! Skies foreseen thee & me. Cry no more but look...

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Humbled...

Humbled... Surrender to something you can't see Divide what can only live when it needs to hide, let worry be free Silence the cells that hold hurt motions already made Set the vivid fears aside in the sun & watch them fade Kneel to...

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Way't...

Way't... Slow to the music, fast to the times I admit a few memories of stepping over a dollar to pick up the dimes Money never a part, the places I saw worth while I keep close to heart, fondly daunting with a smile Luck more than...

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B-4...

B-4... Try as I might, the slips & struggles keep me in continuous clockwork discovery Seeing what's been sighted, fought for, wronged, & righted throughout history So many sitting on a thought long forgotten, seen as not enough Too many with...

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