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I will be doing traditional drawings for a while. They will be random. Thanks to anyone who donated but I will be ending it because it hasn't been going to well.
Thanks to everyone who has liked any drawings and are now watching me!!
-BlondeGangster
Thanks to everyone who has liked any drawings and are now watching me!! 
Bye
-BlondeGangster
Just thoughts.
Finding out that the one you love is taken by another is tragic.
He or she being unaware of your feelings, not knowing that they hurt you is tragic.
I love them so, but I can't hurt he or she.
I shall not break up their relationship because he or she is happy.
I will quietly fall apart as my heart breaks.
Finding out that the one you love is taken by another is tragic, but I can't show he or she my true feelings.
For their sake.
Story Idea #1
As the sunsets horrific thoughts enter my head. The night brings on a different side of me. A darker side. The darkness brings the idea of death, blood and gore. I fight the thoughts but it ignores my plead. I scream til I can't breathe but they go on. The dark swallows me and I drift to the end. I always imagined death would be quiet and quick but the pain goes on as the darkness consumes my soul. I call out for help but my voice barely makes a dent in the never ending darkness. Piece by piece I lose myself til there’s nothing left. I become an empty, hollow shell of what I once was. The nothingness fills me. I take one last breathe an
End..... Part 4
The darkness is here, at the center of my soul.
It eats away at the blank page.
I have accepted my fate.
I have accepted the cold darkness.
I have accepted death.
My life is meaningless without you, my friend.
You gave me light when I was in the dark.
You kept me warm when I was cold.
You planted the darkness in my heart and left when I needed you.
The darkness gives me little time left.
I close my eyes and embrace it.
You will be the last thing on my mind as I descend.
Gone..... Part 3
You left.
You and the friends in my head are gone.
The last things in this world I had have been erased from my soul.
I, the blank page, will never be written upon.
I, the blank page, can feel the darkness closing in.
I, the blank page, am dying.
The darkness grows ever more hungry.
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