awesomeplayer__34

Can't you feel it? That mechanical thing inside your chest, beating, pulsing, and just forcing you to live? It was once real, blood and flesh, pumping life instead of suffering. I can't even express how it used to be back then, how disappointed I am that it turned mechanical all of a sudden, knowing it was the one thing that justified my happiness. In the place of what was used to be a whole, a hollow, mechanical machine stood place--and I can't do anything about it.

Thanks fpr voting my story 'Dear Future Girlfriend'

It's funny how when we were kids...we wanted to know what it felt like to grow up and be able to make your own decisions. 
          
          But look at us now, wishing that we could just be kids again, wishing that we could just be babies again after waking up from a dream/nightmare we call 'LIFE'.

I want to have the ability of controlling time, then I'd be called, "Timeless". It's going to be so fun when the bad guys see me and they're like, "Holy Sh*t, it's the TIMELESS! Run like your ass is on fire, FLEE!" 
          
          Well, at least that's what I want them to say. 
          
          But what they would really say is, "Who the hell invited the retard?"
          
          LOL

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