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Subject: »Even the Devil has Hidden Secrets...« Author: Chrissy [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 12:47:38 01/13/03 Mon »The half punk half goth sat on the beach with her bag, looking at the water lit by the Moon. She sometimes wished she had someone to talk to. Someone to Understand.. But no one could understand what she had gone through. She remembers everything. Her dad killing her mother, right infront of her very eyes and then heading for her. She picks up a stolen bos of cigarette and lites one up, then takes a drag. She trys to remember the happier times. there were some. She remembers her fift birthday. in her pink pokadotted dress, her dad would twirl her around and everyone would laugh, and her mom videotaping it all. That was the past. Before her father started to like alcool. Such a broken life. She had no friends, She had no familly. He only true friends were cigarettes. Although she barely ever got any. after she is done her cigarette she burries it in the sand and looks again at the ocean. Taking out her knife, she puts it up to her neck. Would she do it? She wasn't sure. She keeps pulling it closer, until she heaves a sight and pulls it away. She looks down at her things, and starts playing with her knife on them, drawing little things with the knife, blood flowing down her thighs, ripping apart her pants. The sand around her was now fully covered with blood, but it didn't matter.« [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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Subject Author Date ~Lei lani~ Keiki 13:52:07 01/13/03 Mon Re: ~Lei lani~ -- Chrissy, 14:02:09 01/13/03 Mon ~Lei lani~ -- Keiki, 14:12:17 01/13/03 Mon Re: ~Lei lani~ -- Chrissy, 14:18:26 01/13/03 Mon ~Lei lani~ -- Keiki, 14:27:40 01/13/03 Mon Re: ~Lei lani~ -- Chrissy, 14:33:08 01/13/03 Mon ~Lei lani~ -- Keiki, 14:43:22 01/13/03 Mon Re: ~Lei lani~ -- Chrissy, 14:57:20 01/13/03 Mon ~Lei lani~ -- Keiki, 15:06:27 01/13/03 Mon Re: ~Lei lani~ -- Chrissy, 15:54:19 01/13/03 Mon ~Lei lani~ -- Keiki, 16:12:11 01/13/03 Mon Re: ~Lei lani~ -- Chrissy, 16:25:36 01/13/03 Mon ~Lei lani~ -- Keiki, 16:29:50 01/13/03 Mon ((.... She's already walking towards the mall)) (NT) -- Her player, 16:36:47 01/13/03 Mon