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Freedom through heartache
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Blood red rainTwisted words on the pageGushing forth from myTormented mind.Rambling uselesslyShaking uncontrollablyCrying soundlessly.Pen scratchingBr..
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Dark stormy nights in my soul,Whirlwind desires going out of control.Heavy hearted, pained and confused,Lost and tormented, no one to turn to.My mind ..
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Blood red skies. That's the last thing I remembered seeing that fateful evening long ago. And how fitting it all was. How surrealistic as I look back..
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CHAPTER 2 - HOME The house is a lavish two story house. Ornate staircase spiraling upwards, like a graceful ribbon leading one upwards and onwards it..
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Wistful driftings,Mind never at ease,Constant confusion,Depression unending.So many that say they care,So many that throw the "L" word around,They onl..
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CHAPTER 3 - FATHER Roberto Ithicus, master of prestigious Ithicas Plantation, born February 8, 1812, that was my father. Born to immigrant parents, he..
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CHAPTER 4 - THE LETTER I looked down at the crumbled piece of paper in my hand. I unfolded it, and stared at the words on the page, not really seeing..
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When you look in my eyes,What do you see?An everlasting darknessConsuming me.Tears of blood,Stream down my face,Signs of the shame,Scars from the pain..
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CHAPTER 5 - FLAMES I woke up in a heap on the floor. I sat up somewhat, looking around. I saw father's body still laying beside the bed, looking stiff..
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