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eternal¿

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MaduroConcluída qui, nov 26, 201521m

It seems as though life is an immortal battle. One challenge after the other. When suddenly struck by peace and happiness becomes negative. Fearing what might happen next, we know that we have lost the meaning of true happiness. A range of emotions that cannot be controlled is often regarded as psychopathic and is therefore bottled up resulting in this so called bottle to eventually explode at awkward times. The bitter truth is, we are human and psychopathology exists in all of us. Few of us can control it. So put yourself in the shoes of an 18 year old girl who believes that her life is a profound story. Her wish is to be happy but with everything shes been through and is going through, it appears impossible.

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They used my vulnerability against me. They used that weapon, to make me accept their stupid idea. And I of course, accepted it, I didn't even know what they were going to do. They tugged and poked and even shoved their disgusting finger in your wound, just to see you cry. To see you change. No pitty in their eyes. They just continue. They drag you around with metal chains, hit you and turn you into a experiment. But I had enough of the tugging, the clawing, the moaning, the crying and pleading for them to stop, but simply feeding them with our pain. They turned me into something, that neither do they know what I am. Their afraid of me, of my reflexes, my strength. I killed a lot of them. They say I have a cold heart, that I don't feel nothing. That's why they call me: Death -----------------------------------------************************************--------------------------------------------- Death. A teen girl, pitch black hair, black eyes, white skin. Her height is 5'8. People are scared of her, not just because of her strength but because of they way she kills. She lived in this hell hole, where they take her to rooms. Examine. Fight. She knows she won't be able to entertain them for long. She decides to run. Soul. Brown hair as mud, blue eyes as the sky. Hight 6'2. Tanned and toned body. Death's best friend in the hell hole they're in, he's as cold as she is. But shows a bit of sympathy. Well... More than her at least. He's been there for her, ever since she entered this place of crap. They're the two most feared. As some people say, they're a perfect couple. Killing. Fighting. Cold hearted creatures. Also known as D and S. Why? That's what your going to find out, joining this adventure with D and S.

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