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They are trapped in a web of lies And mocking bird tears Compulsively misleading even themselves. They seek long and heard for reality In the dusty encyclopedia pages Under their broken springed mattresses. Yet when the moment comes, they find Tales of sorrow and betrayal growing As if their mouth belong to a Two-faced old giant Waiting for his honey-word induced slaughter. Exaggeration makes them cringe But they'll tell tall tales until Teachers sigh- just walk away. When they speak, it's all falsities. Their spirits are hopelessly tangled, eternally stuck In their own denial born threads. And the spider is coming

The first thing HE noticed upon waking up was that it was dark, cold, and kind of cramped. HE froze, breathing as quietly as he could. When you came from a background like HIS, you learned never to move without knowing what you were moving into. Never reveal you're there until you need to. Never cry out no how much pain you were in. Pain? Was HE in pain? HE stretched slightly, testing HIS muscles. HE was fine, physically, at least. HE was adorned with a few bruises and scrapes, but no large injuries. HE had healed all those already, even while asleep. HE frowned. This body wasn't HIS. It was small. Too young. Like HIS, in a way. The same ha

He is Tommy. He is a shy, scared, young child. He has no dreams, no ambitions. He wants his mother back and doesn't understand why he can't see his parents like normal kids. He still believes magic is the happy ending of rescue from the evil dragon. His name is Tom. He is a polite, shy, talented child. He respects adults and simply tries his best to succeed in the world. He is good with magic, said to be the most skilled student to ever attend Hogwarts. He is modest and nervous, not wishing to accept credit for anything. He goes by Marvolo. He is a bitter teen wishing to disown his past, but not sure quite how to begin. He wants revenge on

Horcruxes are created when an act of evil is committed. It rips the soul apart, destroying it beyond repair. It grants immortality, steals humanity, makes the original spell caster unstable. Originally, it was thought only committing murder, the greatest evil, could cause it. But murder only touches upon some of the evils of humanity. Rape. Torture. Neglect. Verbal abuse. Beatings. Hate crimes. Who is to decide what evil is the ultimate? Yes, murder is vile. But at least it leaves the victim dead. They're not left alive to regret. Wonder if they could have changed anything. To blame themselves. Yes, the victim will often blame themselves.

"I'm dirty," you claim, "so disgusting." "I'm so fat Ugly Stupid Dirty I don't deserve you." If you truly believe you're so bad, Why spread your disease to her? What did she do To deserve you? To deserve Having to Put up With you? You destroy her You can see that, can't you? Or can we add blind To your pathetic lists of faults That list grows longer and longer every day, hun Every time she smiles You find a reason to cry To distract her To bring her attention back To you Because it all comes back To you She needs help? So do you She needs someone to listen? Her rant sets off a breakdown She went through something

I met a boy today. He taught me a fun game. What are you talking about, Sasuke? Games are fun. Especially this one. Now, what we need to do is imagine ourselves. Everything that makes us us. Imagine it in a solidified form. Now- hush Naruto, I'm getting to it. As I was saying, imagine these masses of us reach out. They grab something. It's a mask. Not any mask. A mask of actions and emotions. Slowly, carefully, they put the masks on. Now that it's on, you must try to keep your mask on. Keep up the charade. Now listen carefully, this is the fun part. Naruto, your mask is a hyper, cheery boy. He still contains the Kyuubi, but he doesn't mind

I stare. Did Sasuke… did he just… "Karin?" I whisper. Kabuto's face holds shock. We hadn't realized just how far Sasuke had fallen. "Karin?" I whisper again. I can't believe this. Sasuke just attacked Karin to kill Danzo. Yes, I've killed many, many people before. Yes, I hate Karin with everything in me. Yes, I respect Sasuke's goals. But couldn't he have aimed for Danzo's brain? Then he wouldn't have had to hurt Karin. And she's his teammate, isn't she? If I was of the mindset to kill humans when I was done with them, no matter how close to me they were, he'd be dead. I feel anger clench up inside me. A small voice in my head is

"Orochimaru won't hurt you." "You're lying." "Why do you say that?" "You're lips are moving." "Sasuke didn't lie." "He was the biggest liar of them all. At least most people occasionally tell the truth to themselves." "Both your team mates deserted you, and your sensei doesn't care." "They were all bastards." "Why do you say that? They may have been rude, but-" "They breathe." "Excuse me?" "If it breathes, it's a bastard. If it doesn't, it's dead. If it's neither, then it will be soon." "Which one?" "Both." "… Are you okay? You were so much happier the last time I saw you." "Ignorance is bliss, and I was as naïve as t

Sasuke's POV Pain. That's the first thing I notice. Pain, searing through every muscle, every bone, every cell of my being. I'm on fire, on FIRE, and I can't move, there's a weight crushing me and I can't fucking move! My neck seems to be the cause and I want to fucking tear it off, make the pain stop! I'm barely aware of anything, barely even aware of myself. Everything's growing black black black and my mind is getting fuzzy. All there is is the overwhelming pain, and I can't stand it! I'd rather die, God, just let me die! But I don't. Instead I just slip      mercifully                 into                      sleep. - "I'm goi

Shino's POV We are five years old, just starting the Konoha Ninja Academy. I do not want to be here. I would rather be at home with my mother and father, but I understand that we must learn so that we may grow up and become suitable ninja for our village. I am in a class with approximately 30 other young hopeful shinobi. Our teachers are Iruka Umino and Mizuki. They say that they will lead us on a long, hard journey, but it will be worth it. Then they line us up in a row and say they want to get to know us. They tell us to tell them our names and something about ourself. I memorize each name and face easily. But I will not bore you with all