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    Hi, I've got some literature that I've written and want to share with you guys. Please keep in mind that I'm not used to writing in this "format" so they might not be the best. However all feedback is welcome, I want to improve my writing so please do post some feedback!

    A Cripple' Life
    [spoil]
    I can hear them closing in on me.
    The shades are drawing near me
    as I begin to make my way home the storm draws near.
    I can already feel the pain I'm going to experience, and while I'm once again running home ..
    I cannot help but wondering
    why me god?

    it's always been like this
    the abuse I've had to endure because of my handicap
    I've prayed soo many times for it to stop, for the shades to simply finish me off once and for all
    god does not hear my prayers, nor does he try to hear them


    can I blame him?
    it's not his fault I'm an abomination
    I'm his failure
    I was born this way, nothing he could do
    it doesn't stop me from praying

    suddenly the sound of their breathing stops and I know they've caught me
    I freeze as I feel one of the shades hand on my shoulder
    suddenly a flash before my eyes and everything turns dark

    when I open my eyes
    the sun is set
    and as the shades drift away
    I feel my heart beating again
    and I cannot help but thinking
    thank you god, for answering my prayers
    [/spoil]

    And here's the second one

    The battle with the shades of the past
    [spoil]I am once again faced with the shades from the past. Once again can I feel the coldness they brought to my heart
    It is not a coincidence that I went back to my origin
    The hatred that I felt about this place, but also the love that I held in my heart
    I was a fool thinking I could outrun the memories, that I could repress the many memories I had of this place

    As I'm sitting on a park bench not far from the house I used to live in
    I begin to think about the good and bad times I had in this town
    It was not all bad, I have neglected to tell people about the good times I had aswell
    I neglected to tell my family what it was that made me want to stay here instead of moving

    It was a girl, aint that funny?
    It is always the girl
    I used to tell myself that I was not good enough for her
    I was a beast compared to her beauty
    the long brown hair with the perfect blue eyes not to mention her beautiful body
    do not think that her beauty was everything

    How could I, the "beast" be obsessed with looks
    I was however obsessed with her beauty, with the scent she left as she walked by with her friends
    Apart from all that ...
    there was the personality, this amazing personality that this one girl possessed
    I was amazed, how was it that she could possess such personality with the beauty that she also possessed

    I was certain of this
    she was an angel, better yet she was my personal angel sent down by god
    or atleast that was what I so foolishy thought to myself as I walked to the classroom
    the effect she had on me everytime I saw her walk by me leaving nothing but her scent
    that warm feeling that began in my heart, it then spread troughout my whole body
    there was no stopping it, and the effect never seemed to fade no matter how many times the feeling overwhelmed me

    I was so close ..
    she could have been a part of my life, if only I would have acted different
    why is it, that when we have an opportunity to turns our life into something good instead of the miserable life we already have?

    maybe it was not meant to be us two
    maybe I should have walked up to her and told her how I felt
    but how could I, I was a beast compared to her
    she could have any guy she wanted, why would she pick me

    after the move when she was out of everyday life
    and when the once so clear picture and scent of her that was printed to my memory began to fade
    I did nothing, nothing to save some memory of her
    not even the scent did I try and save from the cleanse

    It was not until I met her years later that I realized how much I had loved her
    how can a teenager know anything about love you might ask
    I know because I had forgotten about her, I had not thought about her for years
    and still, as I saw her I immediately felt that feeling I had not felt since she walked out of my life
    [/spoil]


    There will if there is any interest in a sequal become a sequal. the story is far from finished telling, there is lots more but I decided to start with that. So if you are interested in reading the rest of it, tell me and I will continue on it

    Ps. The title on the second one may seem weird at the moment. If I do continue on it however, eventually you will realize why I've named it that way.

    ~Martin
    Once more into the fray
    Into the last good fight I'll ever know
    Live and die on this day

    Live and die on this day
     

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    Nigga, I can hardly read that after a joint make the text bigger.
     

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    Nice job Nigga How much I admire you. There's a lot of things in my mind, but I can't express or write them down as you did.
     


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