Gumdrops*
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user id: 396179
Location: Knox, TN
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Location: Knox, TN
Gender: F
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Sticks and stones may break my
bones, but words will be the death of
me
your name is EVE and you live in the GARDEN of EDEN.
Your life is PRETTY GRAND and you WANT for NOTHING,
and all you taste is SWEET;
still, you feel as though there is MORE.
What will you choose - BLISS or FREEDOM?
> EAT THE FRUIT?
—
Your name is HELEN and you live in the KINGDOM of BATTLES
You are a QUEEN and you are OUTRAGEOUSLY BEAUTIFUL,
still, your KISS is heavy with WAR and not LOVE
You’ve been careful your whole life, and there is no REWARD
What will you choose - PEACE or FREEDOM?
> BOARD THE SHIP?
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Your name is GUINEVERE and you live in a HOLY LAND
Your PAST is worth a PENNY and your PRESENT worth a CROWN,
still, all that’s YOURS is only YOURSELF.
Your husband has no use for it, but it is all you have to GIVE.
What will you choose - FAITH or FREEDOM?
> FOLLOW LANCELOT?
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Your name is OPHELIA and you live in NOTHINGNESS
Everything is FALLEN APART and everything is LOST.
FLOWERS and DEATH are SYNONYMOUS,
still, men talk of a HAPPY END.
What will you choose - HOPE or FREEDOM?
> CLIMB THE WILLOW?
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Your name is SUSAN and you do not live in NARNIA
You were once a SAVIOR and a WARRIOR
and now they say you are JUST a GIRL. They are WRONG. You have never been ‘just’ anything.
What will you choose - NOSTALGIA or FREEDOM?
> LOSE YOUR TRAIN TICKET?
--[ RPGS, OR RELENTLESSLY PERSISTENT
GIRLS ] H.E.H.
(This
is something I wrote today. I'm not sure why. I'm not
really in this dark of a place at the moment. But I thought here
would be a good place to share it...)
During the daytime: I'm trying to keep my head above water, but it's so hard to stay afloat when this anchor is tied to my neck and I can't breathe. I struggle and fight through my sleepless nights, looking - hoping - for a sign that this might ever end. Am I this close to the light because I've been guaranteed freedom, or is it just going to taunt me until I drown? I'm so close to the light, yet the rope around my neck draws tighter as the anchor seems to get heavier. As evening starts: Or am I the one making it tighter? Am I the one making my burden heavier? Am I letting my mind loose as if my thoughts are sheep being attacked by wolves? Or is my mind slowly being taken over by darkness? Going to bed: My questions are still unanswered. I'm overthinking. HELP. Night: I used to despise the light, but now that all I can see is darkness, I'm longing for just a glimpse of light. But then through the darkness, a voice screams my name, warning me of the storm that is to come. I've lost most of my strength in this losing battle, trying to get even a tiny breath of air. I'm suffocating and shaking from fear and lack of oxygen. Lightning flashes, and the thunder cracks over my head. I got my glimpse of light which then revealed a shark racing towards me. The rope that attached me to the anchor had started to cut through my neck. There was surely no hope now. I had thought my lungs were strong, but they proved me wrong. They are starting to burst. How much longer can I fight? The shark doesn't go for my neck, but for everywhere else that wouldn't kill me. It shreds me up everywhere it can, while still keeping me alive. The last tear I remember was a shooting, throbbing, stabbing pain in my leg. I finally let out a shout. Water floods into my mouth. Or is it blood? I don't know; everything I taste tastes like death. The shark makes a last dive at me, but this time from the underside. The shark doesn't see the anchor. The anchor kills my enemy. Lightning still crashes overhead, and I see more sharks coming. But this time I realize, there is no rope around my neck. It's around my ankle. It's around the leg that the shark barely touched. My other leg is busted, and I feel I want to surrender. Which way is up? I've lost my sense of direction. I'm losing what little wit I had left. The sharks are getting closer with every passing second. I feel I may pass out and never wake up. The pain in my whole being throbs; I just want to be done. Done with fighting, done with trying, done with living. The blood I swallowed earlier forces me to vomit stomach acid. The acid seemingly sends away the sharks. I pray they stay away, not even 100% sure God is listening at all. Now my throat feels like it's been stabbed and sliced as well. I figured if it was that painful, it might as well have burned through the rope. I check my ankle. I check my throat. I can't see anymore; the pain is too great, and it helps to close my eyes and grit my teeth. But I feel like the anchor is gone. I can sense a tiny light through my squinted eyes, so I head towards it with all the little strength I can muster. I reach the light and gasp for breath. A wave crashes over me, hurling water into my lungs. It takes me to shore. I'm not sure if I'm dead or alive. Conclusion: What happened to make "life" like this?
During the daytime: I'm trying to keep my head above water, but it's so hard to stay afloat when this anchor is tied to my neck and I can't breathe. I struggle and fight through my sleepless nights, looking - hoping - for a sign that this might ever end. Am I this close to the light because I've been guaranteed freedom, or is it just going to taunt me until I drown? I'm so close to the light, yet the rope around my neck draws tighter as the anchor seems to get heavier. As evening starts: Or am I the one making it tighter? Am I the one making my burden heavier? Am I letting my mind loose as if my thoughts are sheep being attacked by wolves? Or is my mind slowly being taken over by darkness? Going to bed: My questions are still unanswered. I'm overthinking. HELP. Night: I used to despise the light, but now that all I can see is darkness, I'm longing for just a glimpse of light. But then through the darkness, a voice screams my name, warning me of the storm that is to come. I've lost most of my strength in this losing battle, trying to get even a tiny breath of air. I'm suffocating and shaking from fear and lack of oxygen. Lightning flashes, and the thunder cracks over my head. I got my glimpse of light which then revealed a shark racing towards me. The rope that attached me to the anchor had started to cut through my neck. There was surely no hope now. I had thought my lungs were strong, but they proved me wrong. They are starting to burst. How much longer can I fight? The shark doesn't go for my neck, but for everywhere else that wouldn't kill me. It shreds me up everywhere it can, while still keeping me alive. The last tear I remember was a shooting, throbbing, stabbing pain in my leg. I finally let out a shout. Water floods into my mouth. Or is it blood? I don't know; everything I taste tastes like death. The shark makes a last dive at me, but this time from the underside. The shark doesn't see the anchor. The anchor kills my enemy. Lightning still crashes overhead, and I see more sharks coming. But this time I realize, there is no rope around my neck. It's around my ankle. It's around the leg that the shark barely touched. My other leg is busted, and I feel I want to surrender. Which way is up? I've lost my sense of direction. I'm losing what little wit I had left. The sharks are getting closer with every passing second. I feel I may pass out and never wake up. The pain in my whole being throbs; I just want to be done. Done with fighting, done with trying, done with living. The blood I swallowed earlier forces me to vomit stomach acid. The acid seemingly sends away the sharks. I pray they stay away, not even 100% sure God is listening at all. Now my throat feels like it's been stabbed and sliced as well. I figured if it was that painful, it might as well have burned through the rope. I check my ankle. I check my throat. I can't see anymore; the pain is too great, and it helps to close my eyes and grit my teeth. But I feel like the anchor is gone. I can sense a tiny light through my squinted eyes, so I head towards it with all the little strength I can muster. I reach the light and gasp for breath. A wave crashes over me, hurling water into my lungs. It takes me to shore. I'm not sure if I'm dead or alive. Conclusion: What happened to make "life" like this?
