| The intro to "My Fairy Tale" |
| The intro to "My Fairy Tale" |


My Fairy Tale - IntroMy Fairy Tale.My Fairy Tale - Intro
Doesnt one need dreams to stay alive?That eternal motivation driving our actions? Well it happens that i lost mine...how did i survive?...They said I was sick,but i
felt okay,they forced me pills for years.Then i was "cured".To keep alive, my imagination brough dreams to me , actually it was like it itself came to life to help me.
When i was young a saw a man being taken to the hostpital...he claimed he saw things
no one else could... i never believed i would be like that.
My imagination made me see


Chapter 11Chapter 11 School : Concert in the RainChapter 11
Im so silly sometimes. I just remembered I had my phone with me the entire time , I couldve called my dad to pick me up if I was to jump out the window now. The problem is that its battery is dead I listened to music through the first 2 classes I had. Damn If I only I recharged it the previous night , this situation couldve ended sooner. Ive talked to Fate for the past 45 minutes , and frankly we dont have much to talk about anymore. Maybe I should try calling someone else. I never got to talk to Hell after we mad


Chapter 10Chapter 10 School : The BasementChapter 10
So many people in the hallway. So many familiar faces , and no one even notices me. It makes me feel like some outsider or something. If it wasnt for Fate and the others I would have broken down already. Its the break after the 3d class and a teacher has sent me to the basement to pickup some old paintings for art class. The screeching of the old wooden stairs gives this the feel of some old horror movie. I hope it can hold my weight. It feels like no one has been here for decades. &nbs


Chapter 9Chapter 9 An AccidentChapter 9
-Fate?-I asked after I went to the restroom at the coffee me and my friends were at. -Master?- She appeared instantly.- What is it? -I had an argument with a friend, youre a historian so I though u might help. -I told her. -Well if its in modern history I cant be of much help, but what is it?- She asked. -Well we were arguing if metal music is a part of rock or not.- Just now I realized it was , indeed, modern history. -Oh, Master , thats more of something that Hell might know. It is musical art k


LipsStop me, I implore you Before our kiss flies from the earth But you never do And I am gladLips
Kiss.
Hands swirl Lips curl Breath exchanged Delicate sounds
Lips.
Drunk with passion Drunker still with wine Pulling you closer Dragging us to oblivion
Now!
Trite as it is You have a taste You linger And I can reminisce
Taste.
This is so private And I make it public So I may pretend It's not me who is drowning
You.
Soft Warm  
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Keep on Dreaming <3
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