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Your eyes are foggy and full of hate. Your hair is dry and flaking off your head. Your skin is pale and blotchy and you're stumbling from the alcohol. You said it tasted good and that I didn't have to have lots, but even if I did its great fun. Son I had a shot. And then another, and another, and another and another, until I was magotted. I hit my head on something hard, and you just laughed at me. You told me to join you. Said it was refreshing. So I did. I didn't want to lose you. I picked up the blade and pulled it across my wrist. You were right. It felt good. But after a while it hurt. And I stopped. You said it was like a great dream

I was laying in the dark, And from the corner of my eye I saw a spider. It scuttled to a corner of my room, And began to weave a web. It was a web of many tales, It twisted and weaved into a tangled web of pure complexity. I thought that the spider was a lot like human beings, And the web was like our lives. The web had a sticky centre, It was full of lies and deceit. It caught helpless insects in its sticky depths, Leaving them there to await their doom. The web was near invisible, Making it hard to see the waiting trap. And the only way top avoid it, Is to look at it in the light. The insects that got caught in this web,

This is a story about a little boy. Like any story it has its fazes. It has a beginning and an end. It starts off being happy, and it ends up being sad. This little boy, he was fun, high spirited, and excited hyperactive little boy. All of his teachers gave him praise, his peers looked up to him and he was always a good little boy at home. His mummy and daddy always gave him treats for being good, And they were very proud of him. But then mummy died. Of cancer the doctor had said. He had sat him down with a lollipop and told him that mummy wouldn't be there anymore. But it was okay, she was an angel, and daddy would take good care

His pupils dilated. His senses expanded. It was like a dream. To his left blood was dripping from the walls. He had the urge to reach out and touch it, but the wall kept running away from him. Giving up he turned around. There in front of him were a series of colourful lines and swirls that twisted and curved into a unique pattern whilst calling his name. They danced around him singing a soft song that he couldn't make out. Then things went horribly wrong. The dream turned into a nightmare. The lines morphed into a three-headed butterfly. It growled at him. He turned and ran. The butterfly flew after him. He could hear its wings flapping in i