this is who i am..!

this is who i am..!

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suppose i am a scarf lying on the railing of the roof, without any clippers. and there is a wall which resides right next to me. gradually the scarf fell in love with the wall, they started talking and sharing things. they thought everything was remain the same but one fine day. um not so fine after all. there was a sand storm passing by, the scarf told the wall that she fell in love with him, the wall appreciated the scarf but not offering much.the scarf told the wall that she really needed to stay and stick around,she asked the wall to if he just hammer a single nail in him so that she could stick to it and stay during storm. but it seemed the wall wasn't ready to give any single reason for her to stay. and no matter how hard or madly the scarf fell in love for wall, now it was time for her to go because there was no linger for her on to i feel the same about so many things , so many that i am out of count. weird and miserable isn't it? but then i guess this is what life about...
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Something didn't feel right. I looked around my room slowly; cautiously; taking everything in and trying not to feel too nervous. Perhaps Lure was in my room right now, watching me, silently laughing to himself. I didn't doubt it. I slipped off my bed and walked around, hugging my waist, and tilted my head. I felt my rough ponytail slide against the back of my neck and over my shoulder as I moved. "Lure?" I hissed, "Lure, are you there?" I wandered around a little, for some reason feeling scared. But why? It was only Lure. He wouldn't hurt me, would he? "Okay, Lure. Quit it. I know it's you. Who else would it-" I stopped, startled, when I heard a strange sound that made me cringe. It was like fingernails being dragged across a chalkboard. I whipped around and came face-to-face with my mirror. Immediately, I saw the difference. Various scratches were displayed across the glass, forming words. It looked as if claws had written the words in the mirror. "Deepest apologies, but it was fun." (All credit goes to my sister, who wrote this when she was in the twelfth grade)

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