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Silence, my heart pumped not blood, but silence to my veins. The feeling that crumbled under my skin; crawling and fighting to get out. So small I felt, but nothing more I could. I was the prisoner of my own mind, begging for mercy. How come I, myself; me, would bring this upon the dearest of my prisoners? How they would fight but never win. Die but still survive. Strangled by their own. I was lost in the ocean of my past and glory. Trapped inside a cocoon, waiting to take the next step. Oh, these prisoners will die in peace. If only I could let them go.

Never Have I ever Truly desired Ones touch For you My darling Had me content In lust Our love It was melting Brushing through The sand For you My darling Had me content In the end.

I create as I speak. I create as I pull my pencil over the paper and shape; houses, dogs, and a girl. I create, as I press the different letters on my keyboard, writing whole lives, histories about a girl who meets a boy, a man who loves a woman, or persons, that manages themselves fine on their own. This is my world. This is my area. I decide what happens. I am their God, their creator, their mother, and their father. My will, and my fantasy, is what brought them there, give them what they have; made them who they are. A snap with my fingers, and they have never existed. A thought in my mind, and they are whole persons, who have done more an