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Her arms were flailing, rapid waves crash, closing in around her over her, the dark water holds her smothers her… covers her.

When she was six, her mother beat her with a wooden spoon. The spoon broke on her back. It left stinging red welts the next day. For some reason, this is the only thought going through her mind. This is her last moment alive.

She felt safe knowing that this is how it would all end.

Posted By Medusa On 02.19.2013 @ 8:50 am

destroy all that comes in your way, O wind. so they may never take you as a whiff again.

Posted By medusa On 01.20.2013 @ 12:11 am

size is what you think your life is like. LARGE, SMALL, Moderately medium or EXTRA SMALL. well, increase it to what level you think you deserve living at. :)

Posted By medusa On 01.16.2013 @ 4:45 am

Pleased to meet you.I am here to introduce myself to you.I have been admitted to your world by your creators, who are glad to have me here in hope i will change youWill you allow me to do that? Because if you don’t, if you are not open to change there will be no other way than to force you.

Posted By medusa On 07.15.2010 @ 10:14 am