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Personally, I hate violence. Not just hate but loathe It is quite dishonorable and messy, with people's blood and them soiling themselves. I've never wanted to take part in violence, and I thought I never would. Until he came along. I never really knew what his name was, and quite frankly, I don't know what mine is either. We have been stuck together in one body for so long I have acquired the name of Fhinius as my identity. However, it is his identity as well, which disgusts me greatly. I simply call him a killer, for that is what he always will. I very insane and violent man he is. Thinking blood is paint and that people are just pai

Perfect You wear makeup to hide your lies. Your house is as neat as pin. But inside your soul dies, And your mind is like a trash bin. You feel like you're such a good girl, You think you're so perfectly perfect; But your mind's in a swirl, And you feel like a total reject, You feel like you always fail, But on the outside you seem so nice, In The Sea of Life you haven't even set sail, And you're like a lot of lice. You say that you are great, But inside you hate.

The woods were silent. Two people, a man and a woman, were crouching behind two crooked trees along the path. This was the main road between the two small towns, and they knew that someone would have to walk along it, possibly carrying grocery bags full of food or purses with money. The woman's stomach grumbled. Despite her hunger, she usually disapproved of her husband's need to steal things instead of getting a job like normal people. But she knew if she'd say anything, her husband would probably shoot her. The woman sighed loudly and turned to her husband. "Come on, Frank. There's no one out tonight. Let's just wait at some other pla