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Chapter 5: The Edge MAKE YOUR DESCISION. Colin stood on the bridge, feet nearing the edge with hesitation, the lake sending gusts of frigid autumn wind racing up at him. Was this to be the final step? He was sweating again, like he always did. When his father left, when his mother died, when he jumped on a train headed directly into oblivion. Every mistake, every failiure, coming down on his head, his tired head, all at once. He took another step. TAKE SOME TIME TO THINK. He wanted to face it head on. He wanted the full-on death experience. DEATH. Cease to exist. The end. Now, his left foot dangled off the edge. HeChapter 5: The Edge
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Chapter 4: About DadColin took after Dad. Dad was passive, antisocial, abusive, boring, bland, violent. He had a wisp of gray hair and thick, black-rimmed glasses. Full of bottled-up anger and never sure of anything. Colin hated him. Like, real hate. Colin never knew real love, but his hate burned like nothing else. Like no wildfire and like no speeding comet.Chapter 4: About Dad
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Chapter 3: Shadow Of A Doubt SLAM The door closed behind Colin as he entered the unfriendly night. He could still hear his mother crying for her lost son. He almost wanted to feel remorse, but there was nothing. He never felt anything. There was a plan. There had to be a plan. BREATHE He was going to meet his friend. His new friend. They called him Tom Violence for whatever reason. There was no real name as far as Colin was concerned. PUT ONE FOOT IN FRONT OF THE OTHER They were meeting somewhere near the train station, he said. Colin thought he sChapter 3: Shadow Of A Doubt
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Chapter Two: Let It Die Midnight gave way to a delicate morning as showers of sun washed away the dark. Colin had lost memory of the previous night, aimless wandering in the streets. He was a lethargic wreck as he stumbled around the single-room apartment, eyes half open, and grudgingly picked up his telephone and watched his last sick day disappearing down the drain. He thought of what he might make of these 24 hours. One of the few things he really knew about his brother was that he didn't work Tuesdays. He rarely worked, there was no need to. He was an author. Of course Colin would never achieve a glimpse of that money. They rarely eChapter Two: Let It Die
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- Current Residence: The Darkest Corners Of My Imagination
- Interests: Poetry, Sketches, Photography
- Favourite movie: A Clockwork Orange or Trainspotting.
- Favourite band or musician: Sonic Youth, My Bloody Valentine, Slowdive, The Velvet Underground
- Favourite genre of music: From Punk To Bluegrass To Surf Rock.
- Favourite artist: Andy Warhol, Ralph Steadman
- Favourite poet or writer: Irvine Welsh, Chuck Palanhiuk, Kurt Vonnegut, any writer of black humour.
- Favourite photographer: throughthemonsoonxx
- Favourite style of art: Pen Sketches, Pop Art and Literature.
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- Favourite gaming platform: A Computer
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"Well...my sister's a ship. We had a complicated childhood."
just kidding!!!!!! she's a friend of mine, and i know she's messaging you cause i'm talking to her on skype
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Well, I'm the kind of man who likes to rome around. I'm never in one place, soon be out of town... They call me the wanderer, they call me the wanderer....
(703): Just woke up wearing a top hat and simpsons boxers. i also found more money in my wallet then what i had before going out, about $1000 more
go to textsfromlastnight.com
send me one back
you know who i am right?
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The internet is a amazing thing, it teaches you more swear words than being in a gang ever could
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Good friends will bail you out of jail, true friends will be sitting beside you saying “Damn, that was fun!”
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"this isn't x-box, lea! it's real, like wii!
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The potion drunk by lovers is prepared by noone but themselves. This potion is one's whole existance~~Anais Nin
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"this isn't x-box, lea! it's real, like wii!
i'm you're favourite photographer?
haha, i was reading you're 'devious info'. i'm such a creeper...
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If there are an infinite amount of numbers between zero and one, how does zero get to one?!
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