The NumbMind fuzzed and numb, unable to register her angry words. The words come slow, or don't come at all, they are drowned in a sea of sounds as music rings loudly through the open air. Tired eyes hover over pictures of friends, moving to the angry figure standing in the doorway, lingering on her details, you have her nose, her high cheek bones and tanned skin. Drawing a line, eyes shut out the light into a blended world of black. The smell of alcohol lingers in the air, they are drunk that night, the mind manages to comprehend that your mouth tastes stale and dry, it moistions at the thought of the dinner you wont get. The pain jolts you of yourThe Numb
BloodA child is born in a pool of blood. Such thing is common. Blood is the beginning and the end of most creatures. Blood is the milk of which we need and thirst for. But what if that same child, is born by accident? What if the child was born into a cold world that hates it and never wanted it, a world it was never meant to enter into? Doesn't this child have every right in the world to hate? To despise the world that never wanted it, that never meant for the birth of this child. Should it not hate the two who accidentally brought this child into existence, into hate? Or should it calmly come to terms with it, and let the mistakes ofBlood
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I would change!
Get away from me!
no !...
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I really hope you´ll be watching me there. I love you all, and I won´t let the dA staff stop me. I also use this account. Let´s see for how long, before it get´s banned too -__-
Anyway, I hope to see you on the other site. And who knows, maybe I´ll get my own internet site
Sorry for bothering you with this story once again...
Many hugs
Eva. (EvaKa-Chan)
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All flesh is as grass, and the glory of man is as the flower of the field,
because the grass withers, and its flower falls away.
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