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I had an idea to continue this but make it a story...please give me some advice. heart

What Really Killed Me

In a place of darkness that seeps my being and all things beyond my

sight, where loneliness is my only fate, I'm allowed to live in

nonexistence. My thoughts mixed just as my emotions that have subsided

were, I still can't think the same. I can hear the shrieks and the crying,

they grow louder than the laughter with smiles. So much pain and

destruction we cause to all things created, or have been created. I

wonder if it will all continue with time. But, what is time? In this place of

mine where everything is nothing, I can understand it the best. Time is

what makes us, and what we do, and all things entirely: Fake.

Something that we, man ourselves, have created. Something

that we, ourselves are slaves to. Why? Because we fear time. We loathe

time. We exist only in our minds by age, maturity, life's history. Why?

You don't need to worry of such things. Enjoying what you are being

given, instead of what is needed by each human generation's causes.

Nothing stops you now. Just the clock in your head.


"Its time now you realize the truth."

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(sigh) anyone at all?

that is awesomeness in its purest form...You should keep going with that. Wow, that's really really good.

I like your story type thing quite a lot. And I think it would make for a very deep sort of story. Though you would have to fill it out quite a bit.

i readed it to and i think its real good mrgreen