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I started a joke,

One goddamn joke,

One insignificant, stupid joke,

Now I lie here.

Watching them close the casket.

My last goodbye,

Over a goddamn joke.Alle Rechte vorbehalten

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Picking Daisies (Book #1, Emily's story) von CallOfTheAlpha

Why I wasn't important. Why I wasn't worth it. Why I was invisible. Why I gave up. Why I hate myself. Why I am alone. Why I got rope. Why I got a chair.

this might be selfish of me but, I will now be telling a small tale about my past, present, who I was and who I am. it all began with one step.

" 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐛𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈'𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐈 𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞."

Tales Of The Floridiot's The Painter von MrShulz

A normal day in my life that ends in me fighting another person who is an old family enemy who happens to be immortal.

I gave up my life four hundred years ago, for my friends and family. Sickness had claimed many in my home town. I gave up my human soul for them and in return I was give immortal soul. Not a vampire or any of that rubbish. Though they do exist. I watched everyone I loved in the time of their dying, knowing I couldn't follow them. Four hundred years later, I'm alive. And feast on the souls that no one uses, as they had before. In sacrificing one life for another, I pray every day, that my past in some way doesn't come back to me. But I was wrong.

𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦.

I was suppose to have been dead according to my headstone. As you can see though, that's not the case at all. I was murdered by an insane mad man, or werewolf if you want to be a prick. I don't want love or family, or anything of the sorts. Every breath I take, every moment that I'm walking this earth, every time I shoot down a worthless dog, is so I can come that much closer to killing him. I'm Alex and this my mission, my vendetta

lost souls.

I watched the ashes fall of the lies you told, that I burned. I have fallen into the depth of your foolish love and God was I foolish. With every word of yours I've gained an insecurity, and it took me long enough to know that I fell and only I fell. It took me longer to know that my fairytale didn't end, it just started. And the pieces weren't falling apart, they were falling in place.

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Picking Daisies (Book #1, Emily's story)

Why I wasn't important. Why I wasn't worth it. Why I was invisible. Why I gave up. Why I hate myself. Why I am alone. Why I got rope. Why I got a chair.

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