A New Dawn - Chapter 38 (Jumping Forwards)

I remembered how badly beaten i'd been after our first encounter. despite managing to scrape by with a technical win, i had suffered some pretty painful injuries. not to mention how painful her punches were.

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Emotional state

Reserved, secluded alone afraid to express broken, beaten ashamed is it fear of loss that leads to seclusion?

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Sunset Dream

A ghost in gray and silver with eyes of beaten gold. embodiment of death, bearer of life, owner of this sylvan glade. supple curves whisper of grace of passion and strength.

Forlorn

Broken, beaten, scarred. you never tried too hard. with every broken heart, i had lost before the start. you are my sicknes, my weakness, my pain. how i wish for it all again.

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Run

When i'm around you, my heavy heart finally feels lifted and it terrifies me because i know if it's dropped now there will be no going back, no repairing this empty, beaten heart.

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Let Slip the Hounds of War

It was my night to be beaten, i was 10 human years at the time, and was hanging on to life by a thread.

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poem hate

I laugh when your beaten by your friend's. i laugh at you till your end. for truning my life into a hell. i do not forgive you. i do not love you. i hate only for you.

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Restless Winds.

Battered and beaten. tiered and strength failing, he continues on. looking for shelter, where there is none to be found. steadfast he moves on, searching for his answers still. to go left or right. forward or go back.

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Finality of Moving (Otherwise Untitled)

beaten and stained, the tattered pants should be comfortable for the day's drive.

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Love From A Stranger Part 5

She looked at her already beaten child, barbados. she gave the man standing in front of barbados a look of pure rage as jessica walked up to barbados. "what have you done to my baby?" said jessica furiously.

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Brains And Brawn

If i've already beaten it, i'll kill you right now. even as i am now, you know you couldn't resist." "a large one, he is. swift and loud, too, with eyes of light.

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Farewell, my detective. (Nº1)

Don't get me wrong, but a woman stopping in a deserted alley to help a stranger completely beaten up is not a common thing. -no need to worry about it, i have a sixth sense, or you could call it a sixth snout.

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