Rogue
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I live in a perfect world. It's a paradise I've been forced to love. A paradise that I've only known. One that is so delicately ordered that if you're to step out of line once, you're gone. I live in a perfect world that's not perfect at all. Order is key, laws must be abided. Fear has been struck in people's hearts. And this perfect world.... It's on the verge of cracking.
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There's a lot of things wrong with this place. This world. I never really understood it. Never understood why my mom said, "You're gonna change the world someday." Maybe it was better when i didn't understand that. Knowing too much can always get you into trouble. Something i never wanted, something i never asked for....but here we are...Kumpleto
The Crimson Requiem: Liturgy of the Damned
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Fly High
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The Life We Gave Up
Only a small parts of the earth is left after a nuclear war. America has thrived with new power, and has the most habitable land. But the government is corrupt. People are punished for the smallest of crimes. A new form of schools were created to hold the kids of the criminals. There are no windows, only two doors, and always filled. Students make money depending on their grades. Almost all don't know about anything that is happening outside the walls. People are killed every day by the government. Every one must be perfect, by Kings order.Kumpleto
The Seeds of Doubt.
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What He Wrote
"I hate how the human race complicates things. You're born, and then you die. The space between that is a grey area. It's a blank line. It's all up to you on how you fill the line. You can write good or bad or spontaneous or wonderful-it's up to you. The only catch is that you don't know how long that blank line is. And it sucks that I want to fit spontaneous and wonderful on that line, because for some reason, it got cut too short."Kumpleto
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