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It Was Never You - Part 14 by the-placebo-effect, literature

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It Was Never You - Part 14

she cranes her neck, but it's useless. she can't see anything. so she rushes in, blindly, stopping along the way to anyone she knows anyone she cares about to whisper the news. finally she reaches him and murmurs, eyes shining strangely (captivatingly, because she was always beautiful, in her own right) I'M LEAVING YOU. she says it so quietly, but it seems like she's shouting and when he begins to alugh, she stomps away, visibly upset, trying to stop the tears from his callousness spill out but what she doesn't realise, what she'll never, never realise is that he's going to lose a part of him, and he laughs and laughs and laughs- hysterica

It Was Never You - Part 13 by the-placebo-effect, literature

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It Was Never You - Part 13

"hey, calm down." "there's no need to get all huffy 'bout this!" "cool down, mate." "stop trying to pick a fight and try to control your anger!" they're all muttering around him and how can they not understand that he's furious? how dare they, presume that he is theirs to control? he wants to hit something, someone, mainly the man - no boy- oh, yes, because you're such a man, running away like this, completely denying any feelings that you might actually have! the confrontational, cruel voice says -but then, someone touches his arm lightly, and he deflates, ebcause he knwos who it is, and she would never, never, never lecture him or pre

It Was Never You - Part Twelve by the-placebo-effect, literature

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It Was Never You - Part Twelve

he stares down at the cake. chocolate- "it's an anti-depressant, you know. -and covered in whipped cream and cherries- "chocolate, cherries and cream. a dream combo, don'tcha think?" -made by his own two hands- "you learn to appreciate things that are made, right?" -and he lets it falls to the ground, the smack noise not satisfying enough, his anger and hatred clinging around his shoulders as she walks away, laughing with her friends, nibbling on coffee cake of all things- "i love caffeine, but i never have it. i just think it's not healthy." -and he's mainly angry because someone else made that for her, and she hadn't even noticed hi

It Was Never You - Part Eleven by the-placebo-effect, literature

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It Was Never You - Part Eleven

happy birthday, she says, smiling at him, because he's filled to the rim with pride. she hands him his gift tentatively did they know each other well enough for this? and his eyes light up in delight, taking the present from her, their fingertips brushing is he even there? but it's enough to make her gasp, softly, softly, like she always did and this time, he notices. he bends down towards her and she's lost, drowning in his gaze, in the feel of him, gone, gone, gone away, around, 'round, 'round the room, up, up, up into oblivio- thanks, he says casually, breaking her illusions, leaving her to wonder. where the hell did this come from?

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It Was Never You - Part Nine by the-placebo-effect, literature

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It Was Never You - Part Nine

she had let him in, and they both knew it. but she was still hesitant, still scared, because she was still a secret. they were friends, maybe even best friends (she hated that word because only she could ever fill that place). but she wanted more. she wanted to fix his hair, she wanted to stroke his hands, she wanted. and wanted and wanted and wanted. but she counted, with each scratch of her pen across her page, what she did have her mumma always taught her to count her blessings she could see his smile and make him laugh. she could calm him down or enrage him further. she could. but she wanted more, more, more, more, more of him.

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It Was Never You - Part Six by the-placebo-effect, literature

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It Was Never You - Part Six

he liked being around with her. she brandished her words like a whip, making him think twice before seeing it. she never wasted. and she was so scared sacred. she was afraid, for some reason, and after long bouts of staring, he knew what is was. she had nothing to give him. she was so completely blank. all she had to give him, all she could give him were her empty words, empty eyes, empty hands and empty heart. and he would take them because they were his to take and fill them with liquid gold.

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He is the resident gay boy, picking out all the girl's prom dresses and being the go-to when the latest pop video comes out. And she is the woman who is the modern mother, still making warm chocolate chip cookies on a chilly afternoon and having the laundry out of the high-tech dryer before dinner. And they are the family of five from North Carolina, wholesome as apple pie, whatever that's supposed to mean. And you are the outcast, focusing your entire identity around the vague fact that you're "weird". And he is the lover of video games nobody thinks to discuss, let alone play, with him, the one who stays up nights defeating dragons and

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Beneath all the beds in New York you'll find the musicians' dungeon. People constructed of more soul than they can hold sell bits of themselves for quarters and dimes. These claim no home other than the section of ground they occupy. Few passerbys take notice, as is the way with common rushers. Handfuls of tourists with pity in their very bones offer mercy in the form of one dollar bills. It's not a job one can hope to live off of. It's just barely enough to keep one from dying. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Helena stepped out of the subway car, tapping her fingers on her skirt. Sh

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^{I am S. I am fully confident in myself - as a person, as a friend, as a woman. I know how sexy I can be and I love it.

I love life. I love my friends. I love myself. I love blurring lines - love and hate, truth and lies, obsession and indifference. I love art, in all the senses of the word. I love Paramore and I HATE Twilight <----GASP! [fuckk you]

I believe that Aang can save the world. I believe that love is whatever you feel like [so don't tell me i'm too young to know the difference]

i write, read, draw, edit, take pictures and dance in the rain. i have been through more than you can imagine.

I've been in love - but the boy broke my heart. Now I'm falling again [tabootabootaboo] and I can't stop myself. [now, if only he would fall for me too.]

that doesn't mean i don't have my bad days though, days where i jsut want to scream and cry and tear out my hair and jump off a building and kiss people senseless.

i'd put in here that famous quote from marilyn monroe, if i could remember it. [perhaps, you know anyway.]

i'm a fickle writer; i'll write a masterpiece one day and mindless dribble the next. sometimes, i go for long periods of time without writing at all. [it doesn't mean anything, sometimes.]

an ambition of mine is to publish a whole anthology, to put all my work in one place. [for him, of course. then, i might be able to admit howmuchilovehim on national telly.]

reading about plagiarism, copy-cats and 'inspiration' is disturbing to me; most likely why i don't post much of what i write here. but i do wish someone could read it. [i need the reassurance.]

i hate sluts, failed sluts, people who 'change' but don't grow and plagiarism.

i hope one day i can breathe freely.}

Current Residence: A four-walled box.
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Favourite genre of music: Rock, Punk, Alternative, Pop
Personal Quote: "BAM! bat attack."

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Alice In Wonderland '10, PoTC, Avatar, Juno, so many more.

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Red, One Republic, Paramore, Coldplay, Evans Blue, Trading Yesterday

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Anyone who is insightful and open-minded, as well as intelligent and creative.

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The love game.

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Reading, writing, sarcasm, the truth

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the-placebo-effect

Sep 3, 2010

holy

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FUCKING SHIT. HE GAVE ME A NICKNAME. :O :O :O [i thought it might be a bit personal, BUT OMG!]

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the-placebo-effect

Sep 2, 2010

i am

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removing all my deviations. expect them to dissapear. i honestly can't be bothered, anymore. they'll be AROUND, somewhere. just note me if you're interested and i'll give you somewhereo look. i only ask that you don't advertise it in return. i like my privacy almost as much as originality. i'll still be around on da, but just not posting on it. i am so, so, so sorry, but really, it's gotten out of hand. three times. THREE TIMES. after all, what is originality if not unique.

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the-placebo-effect

Sep 2, 2010

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i think i'm going to take all my pieces off deviantart because, honestly, this is getting ridiculous. you don't do that to people, especially after you PROMISE THEM YOU WOULDN'T. you FUCKING LIAR. god, i HATE YOU. i detest you. and, THIS TIME, i'm going to make sure there's NO DOUBT ABOUT it. fuck you. [if anyone wishes to know what this is actually about, just note me. there's a reason i can't say here, on da.]