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The Choices We Make by Dreadedmisfit, literature

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The Choices We Make

There was only darkness, and a gradually increasing pain. The pain itself had no source and throbbed throughout Jacob's body. Jacob was confused, puzzled by this. He also couldn't remember anything prior to this, only his name, Jacob Winston. His mind was blank, almost soothing, peaceful even, his thoughts echoed around him, he could hear muffled sirens from an unknown location. He worried that he had gone blind, by some act of God. The muffled sirens grew louder and consumed the dark landscape. "Is anyone there!" Jacob shouted, to which no one replied. He looked at his hands, hoping to faintly see their outlines, and could not. His eyes tea

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Artist // Student // Traditional Art

July 6
United States
Deviant for 8 years
She / Her

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awkward babby/fangirl/the kid who draws allover their homework

Favourite Visual Artist

Tim Burton

Favourite Movies

The Lost Boys, Corpse bride

Favourite TV Shows

Supernatural, Jekyll, Sherlock

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Three Days Grace, Passenger, Five Finger Death Punch

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Eleanor and Park, The Hunger Games trilogy, Fallen

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Freeze tag ;)

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pencil, paper, pen :D

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emilootheboo

Sep 2, 2015

Medusa

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Take me, and break me, turn me to stone. You're cold-hearted, like the snakes you adorn.

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emilootheboo

Sep 2, 2015

A Little Poetry

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Be my gentle ocean tide, pull me in with bloodshot eyes, tears rolling down your face, lips trembling, you stay in one place, you don't move or speak a word, just sitting there on the curb, blood running down your legs, you're running against the wind, snow beating at your skin, like you beat me, no apology escapes your lips, i hear some regret when you hiss, you force your arms around me, so i push you away, defeated and heartbroken, i tell you to go home, you hurt me but i let it go, the way i should've let you.