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Flowers, Glasses, and Wars: chapter 2He laid there on the pavement of the alleyway, a filthy child, not worthy of life. Or at least that is what he thought. Why? Because he was meaningless, even his own parents got rid of him. No one would ever want him, ever. He was invisible to the world, just another kid who had no home. The only time they would see him is if some baker saw him trying to steal a loaf of bread. No one would care, the war was going on and everyone was trying to survive. It was this self hate that boiled in the child, who was no more than 8 years old.
While he was wallowing in his own thoughts he heard footsteps behind him. Probably some teenage who wanted to b

Flowers, Glasses, and Wars: chapter 2He laid there on the pavement of the alleyway, a fithy child, not worthy of life. Or at least that is what he thought. Why? Because he was meaningless, even his own parents got rid of him. No one would ever want him, ever. He was invisible to the world, just another kid who had no home. The only time they would see him is if some baker saw him trying to steal a loaf of bread. No one would care, the war was going on and everyone was trying to survive. It was this self hate that boiled in the child, who was no more than 8 years old.
While he was wallowing in his own thoughts he heard footsteps behind him. Probably some teenage who wanted to be

Flowers, Glasses, and Wars: chapter 1Present; the Man with No Heart
A lone man ambled down the street, the shadows as his constant companion. He had a strong build and a rouge, haggard face. He was dressed in a worn out pair of overalls that were powder blue instead of the proud indigo they once were, he wore no shoes. His hair was long and unkempt, greasy to the touch. His name was not important to him anymore, nor is anything to this man.
He reached his destination with his slow steady steps under the dim glow of the streetlights. It was a run-down boarding house, filthy, but cheap. A pair of whores called out to him from the alleyway, beckoning him to have a good time. They

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trolling my other friend, by burning his life.

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~elicenia Jul 17, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

HAHAHA NICE!!!

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~Wolfgirl1273 Jul 17, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Thanks

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~MonochromeBlack Jul 9, 2012

Melinda be a-trollin', Dany be a-screamin', and I be a-laughin'.

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~Wolfgirl1273 Jul 9, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Nikki,cloie, or camills

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~MonochromeBlack Jul 10, 2012

I am Nikki.

Chloe is

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~Wolfgirl1273 Jul 11, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

That would explain the message I just got from AwsomeC99

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