Woolly Mammoth.

[kaidenblake]

I felt the anger and sadness weld up inside of me. I took slow, cautious steps. Faced the mirror, fell apart. Undressed myself, beating heart. Looked into my eyes, I lost. This new body has its cost. These dreams are only goals. Entire houses heated by the smallest coals. I am not into madness, I am a product of my sadness. To be so very alone. I

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[apples_kiwi]

He was convulsing as I was shaking. He said "If it's yours, then it's mine for the taking." And then I sang.

Creepy... So fucking creepy. I love it.

[rchlfch]

i love the mixture of poetry and rhyme schemes into your paragraphs. it's poetic, but the story isn't restricted by form.
i also just.. like it. (: