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If i offered you power, would you take it? If i offered you my heart, would you break it? If i offered you life, would you forsake it? If i offered you my body, would you use it? If i offered you my trust, would you abuse it? If i offered you peace, would you lose it? If i offered you knowledge, would you teach it? If i offered you a helping hand, could you reach it? If i offered you spirituality, would you preach it? I offer you my words, I offer you my life, I would give you my everything, The choice my dear, is yours.

When you're in need of a helping hand Scream my name And i will find you Wherever your troubles may lie When you're in need of a shoulder to cry on Let your tears fall And i will hear them drop Consoling as best i can When you're confused and lonely Remember me And i will think of you We can be lonely together When your eyes try to wander Let them look And i will see as you do But do not forsake our love When you look back at how far you've come Look to the future And i will be standing there With my arms held out ...eternally waiting for you..

Indies' Tale Chapter 1 '…And so back off to the torture chambers more commonly known as school.  Ah how I long to return, the endless boring lessons, the sneers, the jeering, the hisses of "Lezzer!" as I pass, the teachers disapproving glares at the girl who so obviously doesn't fit in, I do miss it so, NOT.  Goddess only knows how I'm going to cope this year, Tashy can only have got more poisonous over the summer, it would take more than a miracle to make her anything other than worse.  At least I've got Heather there to keep me company, which I should be thankful for I suppose.  I feel awful for having made her life like this, she used t

Speak to me Tell me a thousand things That i do not know Teach me a whole new language Full of strange tales And wonderful things Sing to me A beautiful song It doesn't matter if its not in tune It will mean the world to me Because i will hear your love In every single note Write for me Letters, poetry, songs and prose I don't ask for poetic vocabulary I only ask you open your soul Believe in what you are telling me Open your mind Paint me a picture Using only black and white But make it shine With all the colours of the rainbow So that i can see As you see Imagine me a future Where it is only you and i Happy togeth

I am here to help you see That all you had to do Was live this long And be so strong You've been burnt by destiny Wear the mark of the fallen Those outcast and so alone As the flesh is torn Our leader is born Head held high to face the storm Learn to treat life cruelly Like every breath is your last Make a leap of faith Enjoy the risks you take Trust the primal instinct Never allow anyone to put you down But don't believe yourself superior Take my hand I'll help you understand How to fulfil your dreams We are the lucky ones We don't have to fight for the right to live It seems to me we worship greed Selfishness always

my emotions are like spilled paint, flooding the streets with an array of manic colors. the fumes rise into the air like the angel-sweet smoke from a stick of incense, and my peers are getting high off my mania laced with misery. [they'll never forget me after i'm gone, my epitaph depicting my fame]. i'm staring at the city skyline from the edge of a cliff, questioning my existence yet falling in love with the incandescent lights under the midnight sky, reflecting in my midnight eyes. i try to refrain from leaping off, slowly letting go of my education, my enemies, the memories that haunt my head like wailing pol