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Post by Lucy Claire on Sept 12, 2009 9:09:55 GMT -5
Lucy sat on the rooftop, the warm breeze playing with her blue hair. Had lucy been feeling herself, this would be a joyful event. But she was not herself. She sat with her head on her knees, and her heart empty. There are many words one could use to describe Lucy's current state but, perhaps, the simplest one would be "disillusioned". She saw no point in going on. And so she sat still, the wind tugging at her hair, her despair endless.
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Post by wolfheart on Sept 12, 2009 9:24:39 GMT -5
Rachel sat on the rooftop, thinking about her mother. She was terribly ill, and Rachel didn't know how to help. While pondering on what to do, she noticed a girl in the distance. Her head was on her knees and she looked upset.
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Post by Lucy Claire on Sept 12, 2009 9:34:45 GMT -5
Her insides felt like they were ripping themselves apart. Her heart was filled with dread and it was as though the darkness was closing in around her. She allowed herself to cry, wishing the pain would stop with every tear that dropped. It was a nightmare. She wanted to wake up and find herself back to being the way she was. She didn't care if she had been oblivious. She wanted it back.
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Post by Frederick Seers on Sept 16, 2009 13:42:19 GMT -5
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