For the longest time, it seemed as if the girl was comatose. She was frozen, trapped in her own mind, with armies of demons that tormented her every night. But one day, she finally had enough. She woke up from her nightmare and grabbed her sword, ready to take back what was stolen from her centuries before.

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They tried to kill her, but the fire took care of her. She burned to ash and rose again like the phoenix the girl had always been.

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You are like the stars at night. You help me find my way when life gets dark.

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You left and so I will write on here the words I never said.

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You have made a home out of my mind.

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You were like a lullaby to my melophobic heart.

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Heaven

Sitting on the corner of his hospital bed, he gratefully took the spoonful of food she gave him. They sat in silence, knowing he didn't have much time left. Chewing his food, he admired his wife's face. She had grown old; deep creases had formed along her angelic face, and her chocolate brown hair had long since turned a peppered grey, but even in old age, she was beautiful. Unaware of her not-so-secret admirer's stare, she mixed his porridge before meeting his gaze and holding his warm hand for the very last time. She smiled at him, teary-eyed as memories flooded his mind. He was ready for the good Lord to take him home, but to be honest, he didn't really want to go to heaven if she wasn't in it.

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Adrenaline

She was drawn to him.
His scent, his body, his voice, they all had an effect on her, and it wasn't long until her biological tendencies gained control.
She knew what she was doing was wrong, but her primal instincts didn't care.
She knew he was dangerous, but adrenaline was one hell of a drug.

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"You don't understand", she said. "I don't want to be loved solely because of my looks. A lot of guys love me because of that. I want a guy to love me because I'm pretty badass, pretty smart, pretty kind. I want him to love the way I roll down the window and yell song lyrics out on the highway; I want him to love the way I cuss after getting a little too excited over some lousy game. I want him to love the way I stumble onto him trying to get home after one too many drinks. I want him to love the way I tear up after watching a movie, and the way I take his jacket on a cold winter day. And despite my craziness, and all of my imperfections, I want someone to love me for me, not just because I'm pretty."

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Never trust businessmen. They will gamble with your heart.

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