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Orange and Lemon: Truck RideTangephobiaOrange and Lemon: Truck Ride by ~Doodelay
Orange: Pssst. Lemon!
Lemon: ...Just ignore him, Lemon.
Orange: Leeemmmeeen.
Lemon: Don't respond...
Orange: Lemon!
Lemon: What! What, Orange?
Orange: Lemon...its really-
Lemon&Orange: -Dark in this truck, yes Orange...You've told me.
Orange: Well it is...
Lemon: Why are you whispering?
Orange: I can't tell you.
Lemon: Ok then don't.
Orange: I don't wanna wake the tangerines.
Lemon: I thought you couldn't tell me.
Orange: I couldn't, but I could tell that it was eating at you on the inside.
Lemon: ...
Orange: Well, don't you wanna know why?
Lemon: No, Orange. No, I don't.
Orange: Its because...Sigh. Well, you kn
Please Don't Kill Yourself TonightPlease Don't Kill Yourself Tonight by !xRukiaTheWhiteMoonx
People won't care if you go missing.
They won't care if the police find your corpse the next day.
You won't care because no one else cares, and it hurts to know that.
However, I care.
I care if you never see sunlight again.
I care if visiting your funeral will give you a peaceful afterlife,
even if going means going alone.
I care because no one else cares, and you need to know that.
So please don't kill yourself tonight.
If you do, then no one will truly ever care, except me.
Love"Hey! What're you scribbling on your notebook?"Love by ~sugar-coatedinsanity
"Nothing."
"It's always nothing. Com'n, tell me." With that she snatched the notebook from him and caught him offguard. She was only able to read the first few words that he snatched it back from her.
"Love doesn't exist?" She asked in a confused tone
"It's nothing alright!"
"It is something. What are you not telling me?"
"I said it's NOTHING" a rage in his voice. She was taken aback by his anger that she couldn't reply in fear.
After a few minutes of silence, he finally spoke.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't of reacted the way I did."
"It's okay. It's not your fault."
"The thing is I don't wa
Under The RainShe was spinning in the garden as rain poured down. The sound of droplets hitting the ground. With arms wide open she looked up and closed her eyes letting the drops fall on her face. She had played in the rain before when she was little but the feeling she had before was nothing compared to this one. This time it felt different. It felt like the rain was washing away all the pain. The dark memories, they vanished. It was like nothing more existed. Just her, the rain and the thunder and lightning high above. It didn't scare her though. Then she heard a shout. She recognized it at once.Under The Rain by ~sugar-coatedinsanity
"Are you out of your mind? Standing in the rain at this
Obey Me, For I AmObey me, for I am GodObey Me, For I Am by ~Leatherfur
Bow beneath me, praised
The creator of man, omnipotent
Stability in a world, crazed
Scorched pages men read
Blind, men follow ink
A book of stories men worship
The old world's missing link
A message of holy proportions
Bent and twisted by the fools
The way of life laid before them
But to men only rules
Obey me, for I am Man
Bow beneath me, praised
The creator of God, omnipotent
Senility in a world, crazed
An Apple for the TeacherHer name was Miss Mills. She was twenty-two years old and fresh out of college, and my son was a student in her first ever kindergarten class. He fell in love with her on the first day of school. He never told me this, of course, but a mother always knows. He came home that first day and he sparkled as he told me everything that had happened, how Miss Mills had read them a story from a brightly colored picture book and how he had hung on her every word.An Apple for the Teacher by ~Erlebnisse
"And I want to get her an apple," he announced.
"An apple?" I asked. I was peeling grapes for his lunch the next day.
"Yes," he said, "it was in the book we read today. The kids, they
My InspirationDo you want to know what inspires me the most?My Inspiration by ~sugar-coatedinsanity
A mother who lost her only child and when she sees other children playing on the street
She doesn't weep, instead she smiles by the sound of their laughter and prays for their safety.
It is that girl who got raped but still manages to walk in the streets in front of the unknown
It is the man who lost everything but is still optimistic about life
It is that child who falls of his bicycle and gets hurt but still wants to ride it again
It is that girl who has been cheated on, lied to and betrayed by her dear ones but still manages to trust
It is that person who works hard but fails every time
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as far as i'm aware, it's my very first; i'm no longer a block-virgin! 
honestly, i have no idea why this person blocked me. i have never watched, been watched by, spoken to, messaged, commented on, or noted anything to this person or on his/her submissions. as far as i'm aware, i have had zero contact with her/him. it was only by accident that i found out; i noticed this person had just visited my page and sometimes i like to check out deviants i don't know, so i clicked and . . . bam - "Deviously Denied - We're sorry, but you cannot post a comment here". really dA? are you really sorry? anyway, i thought to myself, this is strange. this person visited, probably for the first time, and just blocked me. and since i've never experienced this before, the inevitable questions start arising: what did i do to this person? was it that time i was being a jerK? is my poetry that bad? or maybe this person is a precog and she/he knows i'm going to do something annoying in the near future and is just avoiding the aggravation before it happens. eh, who knows. so, i took it as an opportunity. i've never before been on someone's page who has blocked me. it's pretty cool. you can't comment on the page. you can't comment on, or fav, journals or deviations. you can't note them. you can't even give them a freaking llama. YOU CAN'T SCREW UP. it's awesome. yet, i can still loiter, dig through all the page comments, look at all the art and journals, and generally just creep around like a ghost. perfect. i was half expecting to still be able to contribute points or purchase this person a sub - would dA really disable that? 
yeah, i could see being tortured by someone who was constantly donating unwanted points and subscriptions to you. and what's with the "Thank you for your critique" message when you look at someone's blocked deviation? Perhaps dA could change it to something like:
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