Chapter 1: Once, Twice and then three
Part 1: Disaster
No class could teach me the patterns of simple fractured lines of misshapen time because it is taught in the third eye's presence. I finally said that Kalal's never used a weapon before but this stunt he pulls is tragic with a hint of disaster in it. The bullets I pull in people are tucked in with care and this war has gotten way out of hand. The night he died, my best friend Juze wandered where the alley found him dead. The comments that the media uses on people are cut for disaster where their are more people found because unfinished business is what's the top set of your class, and killing is the class anyone only cares. However, our converstations enthrall us or pulls us away we never see time for how it truly is. Real, is how it feels being torn inside of wounds that doesn't have angels crying. Except for all it's worth, my wounds are in the night of some time. Are people doing this? Or am I mentally ill? I don't think it's either. It's got to be fucking real!! The time that goes it slows it fasts itself. I belonged once in a place where my friends were at and this has brought on much worry. This is how my story feels, how it sounds and how I perceive it to be. The nights I'm away I'm in my mind, living in my dreams. All fantasies are tripled and this is not because of my whining, or anything of the disaster crap and I can tell you first hand that it is still in the mind set of that Earth being, Nilitha. It doesn't affect me, because I'm just a feeling felt in a wound. I never find this one thing and it found someone else, love entices those who don't like either. I went straight for the reloaded gun, as I practiced at the gun show because it has fallen in away with the clear blue skies after I figured the middle of the circle is calling out for me as I remember the night my best friend died, Juze because he was the only friend I ever had and he couldn't even stand up for himself. I know what causes her death, Swixie it is where the road that leads her to her tomb a person that she meets in the future. No one heard her, and now rests upon everyone's heads. Kalal's gun point is pointing at the circle and each shot is like fire in his ears. Alarming with its dream of his
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New Desire
AdventureTime that ever so does turn, does spin and continues its lengths in forward motions but in reality of Nether's he doesn't get this simple fact in his world that his father owns. So how his desire burns is of love itself to look onward and find freed...
