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The words I write Are my blood as it's spilled across a page Take a pen to paper Or a blade to my skin Makes no difference to me Except what I let the other people see Maybe if I didn't If I just left the ink in the pen The paper untouched I'd just fade away But people swear that's not what they want So I write Write so I can stay Because that's what my friends swear is right

I breathe you in Feeling you fill every part of me Kiss your lips My escape from reality But there's a familiar taste One that lingers Long after you pull away "I'll be here," you say But I know better Than to believe your tainted words The same words That left me drunk and addicted Needing just one more night But I must go I wish you well But you're no good for me I should fight this But maybe I don't want to win So I breathe you in One last time So I can feel you underneath my skin Because I need you on my mind

Who am I to say That people want me around? I know I'm not needed So maybe it would be better If I just left Let people go on about their days Without a single thought toward me It's not like I'd be missed Despite what they may say They just tried to spare my feelings With their claims 'We want you.' 'We need you.' But I am just a burden Perhaps one that ought to be lifted

 Viktor paced his office in New Berlin. This was bad, very bad. He’d known for a few months now that the rebels had a camp in the Black Forest, but that was hardly something to worry about. Well, until now, at least. He’d had Narissara, his head of intelligence, tap their headphones a couple weeks back, and now knew all their plans. They had a rally planned in Freiburg in a few days, and Viktor had to stop them before they could get it together. They hardly had the manpower to pull people in on their own, but they knew how to get into the warehouse in town. If they got into the warehouse, they’d have access to half the regio

SCENE OPENS: [The scene opens on a detective and shop girl making small talk in a bakery. A maid browses the bread on the opposite side of the store.] MAID Oh yes, this will do nicely! [Lifts the bread, inspecting it, then places it in the basket on her arm and dashes out of the store] SHOP GIRL [Screeching] THEIF! THEIF! DETECTIVE [Turning around just in time to see the maid leave] Well, she’s gone. But I can help you file a report if you’d like. SHOP GIRL [Indignant] Why don’t you just chase after her? DETECTIVE [Pulling out a pencil and notebook] Ma’am, I’m a detective, not a cop. I don’t do that running

Her breath toys at my cheek and I close my eyes. A smile plays across my lips, as long as she's here, I know everything's alright. A soft mew comes from the door, and I suddenly realize that I hadn't closed it after I first got up this morning. The early morning light splashes across my face, causing me to open my eyes. When did she open the blinds? Now she's let the world into our little bubble. A tear slips out from the corner of my eye, but these tears are completely unlike those of last night. This moment is so perfect, as if it'll never end. "Babe?" she whispers, noticing my tears. I glance up at her, "I'm fine. I just - I don't want

Head pounds Thoughts speeding past Why doesn't my love for her Make me want him less? Hearts race Minds whirl Passion soothes the urge But not the temptation How long Until it happens again? Just one more transgression Scarred across my skin Spattered on the pages Of our history

He was lord And he was Quirrel Can I make it any more obvious? He taught at school He took ballet What more can I say? He was evil He'd never tell But secretly he was evil as well But all of his friends, stuck up their nose They had a problem with his muggle hate He was a dark lord, he said "See you later lord" He wasn't nice enough for him, He had a turban head, but his body fed a leech; He needed to come back to Hogwarts. Five years from now, he sits in his cell, Feeding dementors, he's so depressed. He looks out the bars, Guess what he sees, The dark lord killing Harry. He calls up the ministry, They already know. Th