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I am emotionally unstable, I am easily manipulated. I am broken. and i am in love with him. why can't people just accept that and move on? Why can't they all just leave me alone? Why do I have to suffer through all this drama? Why do they feel the need to hurt me with their words? Why do they tell me these things about him? These things that I could go my whole life without knowing and lived in ignorant bliss. without a care. perfectly happy. No matter i suppose, I love him, and he loves me. So FTW.

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A voice can be heard by thousands, but its the things said that change the lives of millions. Things heard and things said impact everything around them and it can either create harmony or disaster. Things are created and made to better life but somethings should not be made for mass destruction we might not evade.

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be optimistic all the people you hate will eventually die anyway

Alonzo couldn’t help but smirk, thinking about all the fun times him and his father had had, all the memories they shared. He sat alone in the old building for a long time. Until he herd footsteps on the front steps of the building. It must be the priest, he came to the building to purify it every week. Surely Alonzo would be caught in the building and be arrested for trespassing. However, when the priest opened the large door, the room was empty, except for a bat, hanging from the rafters.

The moon lit the room dimly. Just looking at it you would never think this building had been a church. All holy things like crosses and pictures of God had been removed upon abandonment. Alonzo walked up the center of the isle, taking in the spider webs and cockroaches that inhabited the building. Everything was so depressing and yet so beautiful it was hard to believe. He reached the front row of pews, the only row still left standing and sturdy enough to hold his thin frame, and sat down. He sat staring to the front, lost in thought of memories from his childhood. Most people would never believe vampires might be roaming around at night, but Alonzo knew better. After all, what else could explain his fathers vanishing act?

His pale hand reached out and grasped the cold door handle. He was so used to it that he didn’t hear its loud protecting whine when it turned. The inside of the old church had changed from its former beauty. Most or the pews had fallen in, most of the once beautiful stained glass windows were broken out. The foundation was rotten and almost everything was growing mold. One thing was certain, this place was no longer holy. The priest had been considered insane after his claim. It wasn’t only demons he was afraid of, but of all things, it was vampires. Either way the place had been abandoned just to be safe.

He turned left at the three-way intersection, but he didn’t have to think about where he was going. His feet were taking him there by instinct. Alonzo had taken the same path since his father vanished four years ago. A few more turns and Alonzo was standing at the foot of the old abandoned church. It had been abandoned a month before his father disappeared when the priest claimed it was infested with demons from hell. It was his fathers favorite place to be. Alonzo never much cared for it back then, but now that his father was gone it was the only place he felt whole.

You know i am happy that i have you. But sometimes i dont get why you love me too. With my hair my, my freckles, and my glasses, You see something you say is beautiful. I love you, and you love me But i still just cant see