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Apology DeniedSorry; I say it too much. A true cuss on my tongue. 
Sorry for the pains I enhance, the complaints I spew, the violence I cause, the guilt I may bring. Sorry for the drama I start, the prodding I do, the hypocrisy I doubt, the embarrassment I am. Sorry for the nuisance I've become, the whore of my past, the overly attached lover that stays, the good that left me. Sorry for being a coward, for being submissive, for holding back, for accepting what is, was, and will be. 
I can't stop, and I don't know if I will. 
Sorry isn't enough. 
I Think I'm Pretty SpecialHi, my name... well, my alias is Reitanna Seishin. i have a lump in my throat right now because of some comments i've recieved. i don't want to cry because my makeup will irritate my eyes, but i think it'll happen anyway. it's mother's day, and for those of you who know me understand why it REALLY affects me.

i recently posted a pen sketch that was anti-bullying... and i got a comment that, at the end, said "You are not special. You just think you are." this is exactly what i'm talking about. nothing hurts me more than someone accusing me that i think highly of myself, because i'm the second person in the world i hate the most.

shit, i star
Pokemon-CreepyPasta-After The Years...Do you ever visit the cemetery? For the fallen? Or the Damed? Everyone knows that we visit for loved ones, that is like an Unspoken Rule. It is sometimes hard to recall things about them...Even harder to rember their warmth...

We are now older...
For a time we forgot. Our time consumed by newest Team Memebers. New joys of defeating the Eleite Four, and then taking on the Champion. Our minds filled with 'Gonna Catch'em All'. Some of us are breeding, Ev Training, Contest Preforming, Musicals, so on. Even the new Gen is comeing soon, waiting for time to pass... Maybe of getting an even newer team ready...A new Starter...

Then one can think bac
Six Word Story: GoneI don't want to lose you.
Filofobia Filofobia de una mente destruida

Lo mismo y sin sentido. Buscando sin buscar, apreciando sin apreciar, amando sin poder amar, llorando sin tener lágrimas, anhelando sin poder imaginar, sintiendo sin tener los sentimientos necesarios.
He visto a esta persona ¿Siento algo por él? No, yo sé que siento nada, es solo que…. Me aferro a su presencia porque sé que no surgirá algo más fuerte que una amistad; No, no es amor, ni siquiera sé si es un sentimiento.

¡NO QUIERO!  Tengo miedo, estoy asustada de tu piel.
Busco defectos donde no los hay, hurgo en tus poros para encontrar uno solo y cuando al fin lo encuentro no estoy segura si es ve
Interprequy - The Confidence BreakerI sit, stare, silence my superior. The hand that fed knowledge is now the hand of oppression, judgement. The slim, slender and tender finger runs a blemishing trail over my glory.

Strike me with suppression.

The finger weighs the sword of cold blood. A strike. X marks the spot of error. Strike. X marks the spot of failure, but not of treasure. Strike. My invisible self burns. Why do you continue the torture? Strike. The hand that fed contradicts itself.

Mark me with a letter, a number.

The sword carves into the pure white. Blood blemishes its purity. A symbol of failure is born from the hellish tip. A symbol, a letter, a number defines me
Brokeback PewdieCry[This fic is actually too long to upload here, so please go to my FanFiction account, or go straight (hue) to the fic here: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/9301339/1/Brokeback-PewdieCry]
Sex Is A ReleaseA kiss for all the stress
Because I know you do your best
For all the times you cried
Let my hands hold you by my side

My desire for you is strong
That in my eyes you do no wrong
Never could another compete
The way I make you feel beneath

It just seems so right
You and I tonight
Your shudders and screams
As I manifest your dreams

Your feelings  of ectasy
As your body writhes next to me
And as your heart beats harder
I take you even farther

Forget all the problems of this world
While I make your toes curl
And erase your pain of the past
Your breaths are all that should last
Just a dream"Un Dulce Amor"

"Solo un Sueño"

La gente habla de ti, habla de mí…
Habla de nosotros. Sin conocer.
Abro mis ojos, y esto es solo un sueño.

Todo pasa, es verdad.
¿Como volver a lo de antes?
Es cierto, todo esto es solo un sueño.

La gente me ve como el villano del cuento.
Sin saber como proteger tus sentimientos.
Puede que mi fría actitud, te este lastimando niña.

Nadie te obliga a estar a alado de mí…
Sin embargo se que siempre estarás ahí.
Esperando por algo que jamás podre darte.

Por que jamás podre verte como quieres.
Como mi amor o mi vida, mi niña, mi esposa.
Es imposible para mí, un día poder verte así.

La gente habl
CambiosA veces es duro aceptar que las cosas cambian,
que lastiman, que duelen y sangran.
Con el tiempo, te das cuenta de que la realidad es otra,
quedas expuesto y desnudo ante ella…
te pega de lleno en la cara, te abre los ojos, te quita la venda.


Sin embargo, uno puede elegir entre percatarse de lo que sucede
o cubrirse los ojos de nuevo….
¿Tú que eliges? 
The Artificial FaceThe Artificial Face

Inside the magazine you will see, very young attractive males and females. Each of them telling you, you are not good enough. They stand there and mock you with those eyes, those naked bodies. They tell you the horrible secrets that leak from their marble mouths. You are not hot, you are not thin, you are not muscular, you are not perfect like we are. We are the elite, everyone loves us and you will never be like us because you are so damned ugly.

They’re liars, every one of those people are nothing but liars. Please don’t hate them for what they are. They’re sad enough to stoop so low. So what is the t
Interprequy - Dragon of FleshThere you are: pure, true. You have hatched through a soft crimson egg and rode the red sea through the scarlet gates. You grow and bare your teeth, your crown of hair. You spout your wings and become free.

It is until other dragons with blackened hearts come to you, that you lose your wings. You fall for their deceit. Pressure hones in on your pride, the gift of fire is remorselessly ripped from your heart. Nothing but smoke leaves your lungs. Like broken factory works, your insides breakdown.

Each breath, you unleash the cancerous poison to those who flew by you, laughed and breathed fire. Now, they look down from the limitless sky, eyes
Just that.I wish I could write something special.
Something like so many other peoples out there.
Something which is touching and fascinating.
I wish I could write something that people don’t forget.
I want to touch their hearts and bring them to think about everything.
Their lifes and behaviors, their deepest secrets and most difficult decisions.
Just something that someone wants to read.
Just that.
Imaginary Friend Ch. 1I gripped my dress in sadness as I pressed my back up against a lone tree, sliding down just as my tears slid down my face. It was like any other day at the orphanage I remember it clearly, but this was the day that things changed many years ago. Back then, I didn't even know how to smile anymore. Adults would try to cheer me up, but none of it worked. Since my mom had died of illness when I was only six, I didn't know how to smile, I didn't know how to laugh. I was only six, and my life felt like it was already coming to a close.

I cried, my back against the tree, facing the warmth of the sun. I heard a ruffling sound against the tall grass
NoteI told the voices to shut the fuck up,
but they don listen, they just keep talking on and on,
and the love to argue with me over the stupidest shit.
I didn't know I wasn't the only one in me.

You never know, we could all very well be insane.
delusional and drunk in what we think is real.
who knows, it could all be a dream, or a nightmare
whichever you choose

i thought it was normal to be yourself, not someone else.
if that were the case, why so many sad sacks around.
is everyone this sad? i wouldn't know since
my closest friends are in my head.

i like my ponies, they symbolize the child in me
the child I hope dies when I die
I hope it nev
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My Darkest Sin, My Evil Desire
Slowly the darkness creeps, into the world it seeps. Like a bead of rain water, indeed it does not falter. In the shadows it lurks, waiting to do its evil works. The monster within, slowly it inches in. Like a long forgotten nightmare, its horrors truly too great to bear. The demon of the soul, bound to eat its victim whole. Something truly beautiful in the beast, one cannot resist it in the least. Gasp for air, you enter its insidious lair. Evil, you are my bane; smite it all as you will ordain. Baptize me in the blood; clean me in the crimson flood. Lay me down, let me drown. For in the darkness I cannot hide scenes so gory I nearly cried.
Adulthood
When I was younger a year made no difference, a year really had no influence. I remember when a day was just a day; it didn't really matter anyway. Time floated by me, and it really didn't mean anything.
Now, I'm ushered into this new place, where all is puzzling even my face. A year is a century, filled with uncountable days all blurry. Time rushes by me, and it really does mean everything.
And it really is shocking that as I look back, was it the blink of an eye because it all looks dim and black.
Perhaps this isn't what it seems, maybe these horrific ideas are nothing but dreams.
When did it change? When did everything become so obscen
Maybe
Maybe you and I did have something, it's not like it meant absolutely nothing. Maybe it wasn't healthy but it was lifesaving. Maybe it was everything, maybe it was the only thing. Maybe you were all I was craving. Maybe I was only for devotion starving; our relationship was slowly fading, before even the very beginning. Maybe it was you I couldn't bare facing. Maybe your brown eyes always set my heart racing. Maybe I didn't know if you were only manipulating? Maybe somehow you were actually lying? Maybe my trust was slowly dying. Maybe in light of my paranoia we were failing. Maybe it was just our friendship poisoning. Maybe I couldn't bear s
Get Out
I'm not going to get on my knees and beg you to stay. You can go your own way. You do as you require. In any case it's your choosing, you follow your desire. When you said those words, did you see what you wanted to see?  
A twinge of agony?
A spark in my eyes indicating that I feel guilty?
A wavering in my resolution?
Undying devotion?
A break in the wall?
Or did you see it all?
Some hint of what you're seeking?
You have my attention.
You have my compassion.
And you have it for the meantime.
But I swear to God you'll never again see those things.
Time to face it…this love has been lost to you marginal attempt at manipulation

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Prison Diaries

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I sit in quiet agony, the sound of suffering stirs me from my reverie. Torturous blasphemy. The screams now come rather pitifully.
And what is this for? Some sort of obsession or lore?
I stand at the door, waiting for a footstep on the floor. I want at the brink, feeling my eyes close in a painful blink. Physical sting is all I drink.
And what is this for? Some sort of obsession or lore?
Hold me captive in this cell, but in these four walls I will not dwell. Hold me until my rebellion begins to quell. But you will die in this hell as well.
And what is this for? Some sort of obsession or lore?
So lock me in this damn prison…but you will never take my vision…you can never steal my ambition…you will never break my determination.
And what is this for? Some sort of obsession or lore?
Lock me in this jail, but we both know you will fail.

Burn you wicked tormentor...
I will be the victor.
So open that door...
Open that door...
You will get all you deserve and more.
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The Prison Diaries...the story of the captive turned predator.

So, it may be a bit confusing how it goes from internal to external. This is kind of the point...the rage builds from the source it finally has to be expressed. So, while the anger starts slow it builds to an open challenge.

It seems strange that my life should end in such a terrible place, but for three years I had roses and apologized to no one. I shall die here. Every inch of me shall perish. Every inch, but one. An inch. It is small and it is fragile and it is the only thing in the world worth having. We must never lose it or give it away. We must NEVER let them take it from us. I hope that whoever you are, you escape this place. I hope that the worlds turns, and that things get better. - V for Vendetta

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