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My Reason For BeingWhat's the point of my being?
What's the point of all my screaming?
Is there a reason for anything?
A reason for my suffering?
I don't know if it's true
But I think I know what I must do
Lend me your hand
For I am here to help you stand
I suffered to be able to know
The pain you refuse to show
Let me help to take it away
I'll help forge the steps to a better day
This is why I was in in pain
This is why my soul's a stain
To benefit those ready to give in
To help open your eyes to the sin
This is my reason that I hold close
The reason I don't go and overdose
I'm here to help my friends
And I'll continue helping until my life ends
Side Effects Of YouContains:
These are the side effects of you, the smell of your hair, the sound of your voice, the softness of your skin. These are the side effects of my missing you. Trying to find you I'll keep screaming your name.
Yet .I'm done with the pain, I'm sick of the games I have to play to have your eyes on me.
We were fine until we met her, I know it sounds selfish, I know I'm going to sound like an ass but I wish that we'd never met the little Missy. I wish that it was still just the two of us. I wonder what it would have been like if we were to save Sinnoh without her.
With out Platina
Why can't I stop screaming your name?! Why am I so sick of everything? I'm so blind, I'm so blind that I can't even see the living a life that's already dead. I can't let go of you or I'm all alone.
Dreaming as we fall irreplaceable time to wake up it's over and leave it alone. I'm so sick of the pressure that our games have created; I'm tired of screaming your
ReflectionsVal's pursuit led him to the foul beast's domain. The hollowed-out cavern reeked of blood and rancid meat. The dim light he had seen as he charged through the tunnel after the monster could now be identified: torches. Rows of mysteriously lit torches lined the walls of the huge cave. At its center was a substantially large labyrinth of mirrors.
He spotted the beast entering.
He spun his silver broadsword in his hand and hurried in behind it.
His garb was a simple blue and white crusader's leather with thick armored pads and reinforcing steel studs. Lightweight and flexible, but quite effective defense against blunt blows and – in a pinch – the slashing claws of the unholy spawn of the earth. All monster-hunters wore a similar variety in Val's experience. It would serve him well in these close quarters of the mirrored maze.
Right, left, forward, left, right he turned, always catching a glimpse of the beast's tail as he wove his way through the corridors. Every so often he sp
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