Kurama Practice

RealityReality SucksReality
I lie in the arms of a false reality, wishing for those arms to hold me. I lie in the loving arms of an illusion, my one true love who can never be .
I sob on the shoulder of someone drawn by my mind to soothe my aches, someone who exists somewhere in this universe, but not anywhere where I can find them.
My crystline tears dampen my spirits and I bury my face in his sweet-smelling hair. The love that will never be, because he doesn’t exist. He doesn’t exist.
I know someday I’ll stop believing in this reality that I heve dre


Taka Out the TrashTake Out theTrashTaka Out the Trash
A crumpled up ad for a doctor, And a three day old pear, A destroyed love poem, rent through From fear;
A broken pencil, Twelve tissues, all used, Six empty beer bottles And a brown paper bag;
A piece of gum, four Coke cans, And a broken lightbulb; A feather from a night-black wing, A thread from a shirt;
And two tiny people, Steel arms bent in half as they embrace. Eight used matches, And four insence stubs;
A paper plate, A crust of bread, A broken doll, And a hair off a
anyway, welcome!
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It's got gore! And violence! And zombies! And GORY VIOLENT ZOMBIES!!! -Hayley
Come to the dark side, we have cookies. Come to the light side, we have tofu.
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~Kitsoru-san
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~Kitsoru-san
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