Thrill

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By Invisible Poet

all the lovely targets to aim for ah the thrill of the chase each awaiting behind there own door each one will come to my place quietly i walk by, stalking my prey they do not know who is to blame and with the drama that arises each day i simply continue playing the game This highschool is only the playing board and we are all unknowing players to play however few can afford most give up quietly muttering there prayers while some flourish in this game always arising on the winning side most acquiring a fair amount of fame bragging about the glory in there lies some people call me different the say im not like the rest in this my friends are correct for i love this game, and am simply the best

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February 20, 2010 20:02Convalescence

I like this one too. It's kind of.. realistic in a very weird way. :)