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The Black Cat Cafe, Chapter 1The black cat was looking at me, its eyes patiently fixated on my movements, waiting for me to take away my dinner. I had ordered a coffee quite some time ago, but I wasnt able to actually consume it, for those green eyes were fixated upon me the moment the black cat arrived to the coffee shop. I cleared my mind for enough time to allow one little sip - my lips were still parched.The Black Cat Cafe, Chapter 1
Even when I turned away it still watched, I could feel its glare burning in the back of my neck, I would have left if I werent meeting Noah, it was my idea to meet here so I deserve all I get. I'm not too sure why here of a


The Librarian, Chapter OneChapter OneThe Librarian, Chapter One
If you watch the same people coming in and out of your life everyday, you can begin to learn their traits and quirks, even begin to know them. But please, do not be fooled, this isnt a friendship, friendships require trust, and trust is overrated. They know when Im watching - Im always watching.
These people truly disgust me, honestly. They blatantly lie to my face and think Im stupid. Oh, shes just the librarian, she doesnt have feelings or thoughts. But my children, oh I do, and I know all your dirty little secrets, and the world is about to learn them. I


The Dance Of Death -Text-Water, tastes bitter Upon strangers blood red lips New taste; new stranger.The Dance Of Death -Text-
Green, so much beauty Drawn in my mind - the streets also To be crushed, once more.
Innocence, betrayed
Picturing her differently Not the one I loved.
Red, is all I see Distorted world, from the good Ending existence.
Spring, new life is born Autumn - we fall from the sky Summer; now we burn.
Why we want freedom? Chains hold no clutch on our minds Theyre getting looser.
Number than before Losing life;
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I am honored.
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Why Be Normal? [♥]
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Thus they were unable to penetrate my fundamental structure, which is anarchic. - Ernst Jünger
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Reality is a dream and dreams are reality...
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