Deviations in Writing

The moon has risen
The scene is set
Candles are lit
Incense is burning
A hush has fallen upon the glen
An altar prepares for just this night
Sits inside a circle of innocents
Incantations are cast
The glen is filled with a purple hue
All among the crowd are filled with energy
Energy created purely of life
No evil has touched this energy
And this energy is put forth to no evil
The sick are healed
The depressed, elated
Onward the crowd goes
To spread this energy to those who need it

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Sweet and innocent
Is what he seems to be
Yet he is living a lie
Underneath the mask
Is a cold, unfeeling man
He does what he wants
Trampling on anyone
And everyone
Feelings are crushed
Beneath his heels
As he marches on toward his goal

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An arrow pierces into my chest
It strikes directly into my heart
I grow accustomed to it
And soon it feels natural
He sees the arrow
Barbed and buried deep
Cold and uncaring
He rips the arrow from my heart
And tosses it to the side
Leaving me hurt and broken
Bleeding and crying
Wondering how he could have
Broken my heart
And simply walk away

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i have a best friend
we sit in my room all day
he leaves
i go to sleep
he comes back
we sit in my room all day
he leaves
i go to sleep
he comes back
... i can't continue ...
... i shall kill myself now ...
... then i bring myself back to life ...
... then i kill myself twice again ...
... then i bring myself back to life ...
... again, and again, and again, and again, and ...

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