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My brain is full of wolves.
They twist and bite and claw themselves to death across my cerebral cortex, splattering the inside of my skull with blood and fur.
My brain is full of bulls.
They charge at any provocation and gouge each other, spilling still-live organs across my frontal lobe.
My brain is full of pythons.
They coil tight around my brainstem, dig in their fangs, and squeeze until the tissue goes limp and is devoured.
My brain is full of demons.
They frighten the wolves, they enrage the bulls, and they starve the pythons, all while hiding my temporal lobe and my amygdala.
My brain is full of dogs.
They drive off the wolves, then lap the cuts clean and wipe up the blood with their shaggy fur.
My brain is full of bears.
They slay the raging bulls and guarantee that, for a while, they won't return.
My brain is full of eagles.
They capture and carry off the pythons, and leave my brainstem battered but alive.
My brain is full of angels.
They send the dogs, they train the bears, and they summon the eagles, all while hunting for the demons.
My brain is at war.
It is up to me which side wins.
They twist and bite and claw themselves to death across my cerebral cortex, splattering the inside of my skull with blood and fur.
My brain is full of bulls.
They charge at any provocation and gouge each other, spilling still-live organs across my frontal lobe.
My brain is full of pythons.
They coil tight around my brainstem, dig in their fangs, and squeeze until the tissue goes limp and is devoured.
My brain is full of demons.
They frighten the wolves, they enrage the bulls, and they starve the pythons, all while hiding my temporal lobe and my amygdala.
My brain is full of dogs.
They drive off the wolves, then lap the cuts clean and wipe up the blood with their shaggy fur.
My brain is full of bears.
They slay the raging bulls and guarantee that, for a while, they won't return.
My brain is full of eagles.
They capture and carry off the pythons, and leave my brainstem battered but alive.
My brain is full of angels.
They send the dogs, they train the bears, and they summon the eagles, all while hunting for the demons.
My brain is at war.
It is up to me which side wins.
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I Hate Everything About You
I actually liked this one, because I'm SICK. XD
Every time we lie awake
After every hit we take
Every feeling that I get
But I haven't missed you yet
Every roommate kept awake
By every sigh and scream we make
All the feelings that I get
But I still don't miss you yet
Only when I stop to think about it
I hate everything about you
Why do I love you?
I hate everything about you
Why do I love you?
Every time we lie awake
After every hit we take
Every feeling that I get
But I haven't missed you yet
Only when I stop to think about it
I hate everything about you
Why do I love you?
I hate everything about you
why do I love you?
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It's her hair and her eyes today
that just simply take me away,
and the feeling that I'm falling further in love
makes me shiver, but in a good way.
Derek stopped at the top of the stairs, staring down at Chloe. She stood at the small mirror that hung in the front hall of the small rental home they lived in. She was fiddling with her dark hair, putting it this way and that as if she couldn't decide which way looked best. He stood and watched her quietly for a minute before she finally noticed him in the reflection. Her eyes met his in the glass and she smiled.
"Ready to go?" she asked, turning to meet him as
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Sound of Madness, Chapter One
This story is AU/AH. It also has nothing to do with the song other than the fact that I like it, and Derek has a fondness for it. In the story. I hope you like it. There are more chapters, obviously, and two parts to every chapter.
Chapter One, Part One- Chloe
"Chloe!" Tori banged on Chloe's bedroom door, then opened it. "Come on, we're going to be l-" She broke off, seeing Chloe standing in front of the mirror. "Oh, wow. That looks great."
Chloe had spent the majority of her morning dyeing a bunch of red streaks into her newly short-and-layered, baby-fine, strawberry-blond hair. Tori's punkish yet girly short, spiky dark hair had chunks d
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This is how it feels to battle depression and self doubt, how wrestle with inwardly-directed hatred.
It\'s easier after writing it down.
It\'s easier after writing it down.
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