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*'''Erzsebet-''' ''A girl tumbles down the hall, screaming silently as she falls, towards a future ever bright, getting closer every night. A girl dreams of better places, a beating heart with faster paces, towards a goal so ever close, dragging corpses and their ghosts. A girl should learn when to stop, too much blood not enough mop, towards a hell of her own design, take me with you, make it mine.''
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*'''Tasha-''' ''If I was a number and you were a symbol. Would I be quick and you be nimble? If I was divided in half today. Would you be there to take parts away? And if you were counting all my pieces. Would you say your knowledge increases? As I lie there shattered, bleeding, your taking censes, never weeping.''
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*'''Phil-''' ''If I could give my eyes away, would they still come out and play? Whispering into my ears, telling me all my fears. If I could give my sin away, would heaven be so far away? Telling me just what to do, stabbing darkly with no clue. If I could have just one more chance, would fate gamble...would it dance?''

Latest revision as of 02:16, 15 September 2015

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Dolls-

  • Erzsebet- A girl tumbles down the hall, screaming silently as she falls, towards a future ever bright, getting closer every night. A girl dreams of better places, a beating heart with faster paces, towards a goal so ever close, dragging corpses and their ghosts. A girl should learn when to stop, too much blood not enough mop, towards a hell of her own design, take me with you, make it mine.
  • Tasha- If I was a number and you were a symbol. Would I be quick and you be nimble? If I was divided in half today. Would you be there to take parts away? And if you were counting all my pieces. Would you say your knowledge increases? As I lie there shattered, bleeding, your taking censes, never weeping.

Poppets-

  • Phil- If I could give my eyes away, would they still come out and play? Whispering into my ears, telling me all my fears. If I could give my sin away, would heaven be so far away? Telling me just what to do, stabbing darkly with no clue. If I could have just one more chance, would fate gamble...would it dance?