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In the beginning... In the beginning, life, light, and even existence were just whispers across the void of space. But even in this emptiness, there were a few beings who were not bound by the fourth dimension of time. They were small, limited beings, not quite gods, but immortals nonetheless. These were the Angels.In the beginning...
The Angels flew through the void and created as they went. First, they looked at the drab black matter of space, and wanted to find a way to mark paths across the void. They created stars
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The Substitute It started out as a normal day in the cloud covered spoiled world of Syosset. Girls doing just about everything from their whining about their minimal vocabulary to arguing about whether someone meant “gay” connotatively or denotatively. Boys throwing everything across the room from curses to textbooks. Just a normal day in Syosset. That is, relatively normal. Until fifth period, everything was going smoothly; at least, smoothly for a Monday. Cloudy, windy, and cool. I loved the grey clouds; the sunlight hurts my eyes.&The Substitute
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That's LifeThat’s life. As soft as your touch, As beautiful as your voice. That’s life. As hard as my head, As sharp as a knife. That’s life, love. More confusing than me, A deeper mystery than my heart. Life is… As gentle as a word Shared between lovers, As warm as a zephyr On a cool summer night. Life is… As harsh as a insult Flung between close friends, As cold as the winter wind, Howling through the bare trees. That’s life. Tougher than leather Tanned under the sun. Yet… Even gentler than a lamb, Newly born,That's Life
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The Boy Who Forgot How to CryHe grew up hard, lust from his father, hate from his mother, Abused by everyone but himself. He taught himself to forget how to cry, an attempt to stop the pain. But how much would it cost? He fell in love, found happiness for a while, They parted and he lost his light. He fell into sadness, into longing for her, Knowing he could never have her, He could never see her again, And he couldn’t cry Even though he wanted to, Even though he tried. He couldn’t cry. because he forgot how to And he couldn’t learn again. One day he knew he had toThe Boy Who Forgot How to Cry
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