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La gorge nouée, les yeux mouillés,
Je pleure.
C'était beau,
Simple et vrai.
Larmes de joie ?
Je pleure.
C'était beau,
Simple et vrai.
Larmes de joie ?
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Zero's profile
:bulletpurple: Name; Zero --
:bulletred: Age; 24
:bulletpurple: Eyecolor; Bluebird blue
:bulletred: Hair color; Jet black, ~pale skin~
:bulletpurple: Occupation; Carnival
~Victorian Era~
History/Biography
~Zero is a desendent of a family who landed in the New World in 1832, many years after America's independence from Great Britian, back then the new world was a place of opportunity. So the gentleman from England decided to haul his brother Jack along on the three month long boat trip to the New World.
After they arrived they soon started to look for jobs, a local carnival ring-leader hired them and turned them i
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Brighter Tomorrows
Some nights I sit in bed and stare at my palms.
I marvel for the briefest of seconds at the lines that seem endless. I wonder if they really depict my life or even tell a story. I wiggle my fingers, sometimes as if I play the piano and other times just a twitch. Then I curl my fingers into my palm slowly, always slowly. My hand squeezes into a fist. I hold it tightly and I stare, feeling the pressure and my nails digging in. I withdraw and meticulously uncurl my fingers until my hand is as straight as possible, fingers as far apart as they can be. I release the tension and they fall back to the natural curl. I then notice the imprint
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Robot Run Away
Robot Run Away
It hurts my legs burn from the running. My lungs are barley getting any air. At this rate they will catch me and kill me. I don’t want to die. I look around for a place to hide. An alley with a dumpster. Its something.
I slip into the alley and move the dumpster just enough for me to hide behind it. A couple minutes later I hear them run by, yelling at each other that they need to catch me.
This is their fault. They created me an AI that helps people. I was given to someone as their personal AI, I did what I was told I followed orders, but something happened. over time the fake heart I had became real. I grew fond of the
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Je suis pas le mieux placé pour juger du littéraire mais j'aime beaucoup ce texte 
Et je le fav *-*
Continue à faire des petits poemes/textes? comme ça... j'aime beaucoup le style!
Et je le fav *-*
Continue à faire des petits poemes/textes? comme ça... j'aime beaucoup le style!