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  1. So I went to a bar last night with my emo gear. Which was a striped shirt with black straps and demonia brand combat boots and gothic studded goth pants with straps anyway. I come in and I got some stares for a minute and they went back to whatever so I played a couple pool games alone and kept like going back and forth. Next thing you know I got some compliments from the people playing there and they wanted to play pool with me and they were being super nice then they usually do when I'm in there. I don't know if because they think I'm a upset emo kid or but for once
  2. This is a poem/story I wrote not too long ago. Enjoy~ A cold, dark, lonely room, Empty, devoid of life Save for one soul A girl sits, huddled in her corner Pale moonlight spilling in through the window adjacent to her Licking her toes Her arms are wrapped around her knees Tears are slowly streaming down her pale cheeks Yet, she feels nothing There is not a sound But yet so many in her head All the voices, all the memories Will never leave her mind She grips her leg at this thought So hard, Wiling the thoughts to empty out of her mind So hard, Invisible blood leaks from her wo
  3. This is a story from the CreepyPasta forums, and is in no way mine. All rights belong to teh original owner and creator. Now no one can sue me :3 Anyway, I found this while looking through the forum, and decided to share it with EP. It's rather long, so don't read unless you have a good attention span. Enjoy! Phycosis I’m not sure why I’m writing this down on paper and not on my computer. I guess I’ve just noticed some odd things. It’s not that I don’t trust the computer… I just… need to organize my thoughts. I need to get down all the details somewhere objective, somewhere
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