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Human Labeler "Oh my God she's so fat!"
"Look at her hair!"
"God does what the fuck is she wearing?"
That's all that's said nowadays.
Guidelines that the world must follow.
Where do we draw the line?
When will we stop labeling those who are different
and not in our clique?
The labels that we give others,
may hurt them more than you think.
Be the ArtistWith colors we paint the world.
With pencils we write the story.
With pens we sketch the imagination.
Imagine beyond your neighborhood.
Imagine beyond your country.
Imagine beyond your world.
Paint the sky purple,
draw rainbow birds flying through the sky.
Color the grass orange,
water it with flames.
Do anything, nothing, or everything.
Create. Destroy. Discover.
Change the world,
one piece of artwork at a time.
Pill Popped LoveLily
"I fucked up, I fucked up, I fucked up." I repeated to myself over and over.
My whole body was shaking.
I just now realized what I had done.
Ended my life.
Not yet actually but give me ten more minutes and I'll be dead.
Funny how the world will label me one last time, the final time.
I wonder how long it will take for people to find me, find me lifeless.
Find me Dead. Dead. Dead.
It's starting to sink in.
I'll be gone forever. Dead. Dead. Dead.
No Heaven or Hell for me to enter.
I don't believe in any of that shit anyway.
If there was a God he would've helped me, stopped me.
He wouldn't have let me die.
Seven minutes left.
I wish I had said goodbye to everyone.
It is the least they deserve.
"But would they even care.
No. Not my parents. Not my friends. Not anyone. Not even-"
-I would care.
How did he find me?
I sped off from school, went to my house, grabbed the pills, and drove directly to bridge.
I wasn't going to jump, I just want to see the world one last time befo
Room Full of PeopleSitting in this room full of people
Silently judging their every move
They do not know me
I do not know them
This barrier between each person
Separating words and thoughts
No one really knows each other
Their thoughts, feelings or words
In this room full of people.
ReflectionsVal's pursuit led him to the foul beast's domain. The hollowed-out cavern reeked of blood and rancid meat. The dim light he had seen as he charged through the tunnel after the monster could now be identified: torches. Rows of mysteriously lit torches lined the walls of the huge cave. At its center was a substantially large labyrinth of mirrors.
He spotted the beast entering.
He spun his silver broadsword in his hand and hurried in behind it.
His garb was a simple blue and white crusader's leather with thick armored pads and reinforcing steel studs. Lightweight and flexible, but quite effective defense against blunt blows and – in a pinch – the slashing claws of the unholy spawn of the earth. All monster-hunters wore a similar variety in Val's experience. It would serve him well in these close quarters of the mirrored maze.
Right, left, forward, left, right he turned, always catching a glimpse of the beast's tail as he wove his way through the corridors. Every so often he sp
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