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A Cynic's LamentPain is passionA Cynic's Lament by virgoinvertigo
Passion is pain
This is the basis of our society
Work hard for reward
Starve yourself to fit the mold
Is it worth it?
The pain you put yourself through for the rule they made for you to follow
Fight to fit in
Reject to be accepted
Do we follow hypocrites or make our own way to truth?
Re-DedicationRe-DedicationRe-Dedication by virgoinvertigo
Baby, I know youre scared.
And you think that we dont care.
But girl, you know weve all been there.
Its too much for you to bear alone.
Do you remember that picture
That I sent you over Christmas?
The one with the note that said well
Stay best friends for always?
We were just four smiling girls
Trapped within a moment in time.
And out of all the people Ive ever met.
Youve always remained a mystery to me.
But youre one of the Fab Four,
Part of the core.
And no one could ever take your place.
No, we didnt forget you.
This is a re-dedication.
Do you remember that night on your birthday?
You came back and then walked out of the room.
And I sat with you there and held you while you cried.
And told you things would get better someday.
That wed all be okay
Despite the pains we faced.
And we all tried to be there for you.
And we dont know what else to do.
The rest of it is all up to you.
This Was NeverI struggled against the bonds that held my wrists tight. The sharp metal bit into my skin, rubbing, cutting the at the flesh. I looked around; no longer was I in my room in Amity Ville. There was no mess on the floor, no computer shoved into the far corner. Instead I was sitting on a bed in a room made up of blacks and maroons and silvers. Long drapes covered high windows. Around my throat was a thin black collar; of course I could only assume it was the object that had been preventing me from 'Going Ghost' ever since I had woken up. My head throbbed dully and a bead of sweat rolled down my cheek. I felt the bile rise in my throat and I rolled to the edge of the rather large bed and threw up onto the floor. I groaned softly as I attempted to sit up slowly, only to end up throwing up again. I rolled onto my side, feeling slightly relieved of my pain, but still wishing my hands were free. I sat up, looking around again. I cringed as the metal binding my wrists together cut into my flesh,This Was Never by SlaveMasterSeth