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The first 20 people commenting on this journal, and the three deviations I like most from their gallery will be put on the list below!
RULES
*If you comment, you HAVE to do the same in your journal, putting the tagger (me) on the first place. (After you have done this, I will feature you)
* The idea of this is not to get a free feature, it is to spread art around for everyone.
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PainPain without love
Realizing that your friends don't care
Pretending that it's alright
when really it's not
but life goes on
and still I remain
I can't move on like you
I just hide the wounds
You think I'm fine
but I'm not
You think I'm happy
but I'm not
I hide behind the mask
that's painted with
my lies
and your apathy
everything is not alright
for you to think so
is your lie
Your mask
Not mine
beginning of something?...Fear. fear is everywhere. Around every corner, every ledge, every dark shadow there's fear. Fear of the darkness; fear of the unknown; fear of the past, present, and future; fear of things that go 'bump!' in the night. Fear. The world is full of fear, but only you can overcome. Only you can see the light beyond fear. Only you can free us. You and only you can do whats right. What has to be done. Only you can kill the beast.
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14) Deviations I liked the most
Of snow and warmthEmilia walked in snowy forest, alone. She was wearing thick, grey jacket, fuzzy, woollen cap, thick gloves and and boots. Despite all this and the scarf around her neck, she was still cold. Her fingertips felt tender and her skin was frosty.
The forest was very silent. Not a single breeze of wind was felt, animals were not sniffling in their winter dabble, nothing was heard. Not even sound of snow falling from trees, not the delicate sound of snowflakes touching earth.
The forest was very dark. Only the white snow on ground and trees illuminated some light. The sky was black and cloudy. The yellow moon, nor the silver stars were lighting the forest up.
Emilia felt lonely. She just walked forward, troublesomely pushed forward through the snow that reached her knees. Frost bit her skin even through her thick clothes, and she shivered. What was she doing in this forest? Why was she walking? Where was she going? She thought and pondered, but couldn't come up with an answer. How was she sup
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