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So my teacher gave a project to write what was in my heart. You can read it if you want. I was just curious that if your teacher gave you that project, what would you wrote about.

My one:
[size=3]How can something so small have such eternal consequences? Lightning strike and the sounds of the wind scream into my cell, as I lying on my bed, looking up into the dark crevasse of the bunk above mine. My mind is filled with the imposing thoughts that preoccupy my mind every single waking moment, arousing intense feelings of remorse and guilt that make my heart ache. As I have recounted countless time, it wasn’t my fault despite the tragedy that my actions caused. But that doesn’t matter now. I was responsible for what happened and I can’t change the past.

My mind often wanders back to my life before the tragedy. I recall a modest house and a lovely wife. My life was going high: me – a young man having a great job and a beautiful wife were about to have a baby and all was going well.
One day, I open my front door to go to work when a small dog appear. I walk past it and continued walking to work. The next day, the dog appear again; doing the same thing as I have done before, I walked past it to work. The dog continuously did this for a long time. The season changed and it was winter. Snow fell on my walk path and the dog appeared again. I felt guilty and was afraid of the dog dying from the cold or, at the very least, getting frostbite. So, I took the dog into my house. After taking the dog to my home, the dog and I were very close; we usually have walks together, every afternoon, just the dog and me.
Months later, weird emotions came inside my body. I couldn’t sleep or participate in many activities that I used to do. Sometimes, I became furious of the little mistakes that I made. One day, I applied for a higher paying job, I knew with all my heart that I would get the job and so did my wife and all my work colleagues, but in the end I did not get it. I was furious over it and went to sleep still furious by my boss’s actions.

That night, I had a vision. In my dream, I saw my boss’s murdered body in my closet. I woke up screaming and I quickly woke up to see my closet clean, with nothing inside. I didn’t know what had consumed me, what happened to my body, and why these emotions were felt in my moral soul.

I thought that this was just a coincidence and that I should move on. One night after arriving from work, my wife was out with her parents and I was at home with the dog. The dog was sitting on my coach, no emotion on his little puppy face. The dog opened his mouth and I expected him to bark, but the most astonishing event had occurred to me: the dog told me to ‘Sit down’.
I screamed as hard as my lungs could and was afraid of the dog and what devilish acts he has under his paws. I picked up one of my wife’s favourite vases trying to defend myself, if this Satan-inherited beast would try to eat my flesh of my agitated soul but I instantly stoped freaking out after the dog said, “I can make your life better”.

I don’t know how, but I stopped instantly. Maybe my desperation of life consumed my sanity. But, as the dog talked, I listened and was intrigued of what he meant when he said he could make my life better.

He told me to kill my boss. How could any person - or any animal, in this case - suggest seeing the manslaughter of another being but… I couldn’t deny myself that a part of me wanted to see my boss’s neck break and to see him suffer the pain he gave me!
It was midnight - oh I remember that night, not like it happened yesterday, no, but exactly like it was happening at this moment.
The rain’s intense dropping resembled the extraordinary speed of my heart pumping over my expeditious agony of killing my soon-to-be dead boss. I walked to my boss’s house right at the height of the full moon, and I heard the sounds of thunder, striking the nerves of my body. I looked up and saw my boss’s upstairs window was open. I climbed up and went through it and there he was, sleeping so quietly and looking so innocent. The dog came inside and watched me with a grin. I was in the dark corner of my boss’s bedroom and immediately ran to him. However, he woke up and was about to scream. My sense of humanity broke and I started piercing my long razor nails to his fat brainless neck! And, took my knife out and stabbed his heart, taking that blasted organ out of his body! The heart now still haunts me. But, it was that night that was the beginning of my thirst for blood.
The next day, my life had the changed for the best. I had a better-paid job; I had the best paid job of my business because I became the new boss. The dog kept telling me what I should do. NOT only was he suggesting that I should kill someone but he was making comment on my lifestyle choices too. The dog gave me everything I need and desired, but my heart became cold and dead as it was before. The darkness of the night fell into my soul, and I was talking to myself of how to stop this madness! Why did I feel this distress?

The dog told me something, something in which would never have clicked into my mind, he said it was my wife. Why my innocent lovely wife would be doing this? The dog replied that she was getting me poisoned. Why would I believe this dog and why would I suspect my wife who which I was married happy too... The word ‘happy’ was very vague to me: what is it like is to be happy and how do you be happy? But the cure of being happy from the dog was executing my wife. I didn’t know what was being happy then, but I knew I need some sort of happiness to take me out of the darkness and into the light.
The more days I thought about it, the more miserable my insanity and I became, and it grew by big amounts. If happiness were the cure for my demolished being, then killing my wife would not be a choice anymore; it would be something essential for me to survive.

I poured poison into her drink. The dog was watching me with his hypnotizing eyes to confirm if the deed was done. I poured the dark green poison into the tea. My mind was clear and no thought in my head was denying me that this was wrong. I stirred the poison into the tea like it was stirring in my emotions. The steps I took to give the tea took a century. The room was cold and the beats of my heart made my arms shiver. My wife changed her emotion into a curious state of mind. I told her to “drink your tea”. I left the room, and closed the door just enough for me to see her. Her suffering raised my blood level and soon after, her eyes blasted out of her head. No emotion was on my face: was I supposed to be happy, is this happiness and is the suffering of others an antidote to find my HAPPINESS?!?! Soon, I heard sirens near my house and police came from everywhere, I was surrounded.
The police captured me and I was sentenced to court. The Judge thought I was mad over my extreme actions. Even when I explained the dog told me to do all those things, not doing anything to the dog that which followed me everywhere I went. But, during the court proceedings, they found something that I had not seen in a long time; a time I didn’t remember. The police showed me my medical form and found that the pills I was supposed to take was not taken since a year ago. The dog was at the right dark corner of the room, I took the pills and the dog was gone… everything I thought was right then was wrong.
And now I’m still thinking of the deeds that I’ve done, and how the suffering of others are not making me happy, but making me more miserable. To some extent, it wasn’t my fault as the dog told me the deeds but I listened where all the monstrous deeds was all because of me not taking the pills.

The sun rises and it mocks me with its happiness. I am guilty, for sure, for my actions. However, I am now a new man and have transformed from the monster I was to a person who which would not do anything bad again.

The prison guard told me to go outside for our usual exercise like always in this prison I do as they tell me to. Hundreds of prisoners are exercising, including myself. I was stretching my muscles for exercise but all of a sudden, my heart was breaking out of control; the dog appeared outside of my prison… No! No! It can’t be! I took the pills what! No! Uh uh no!
I ran with a metal pole in my hand and ran to the prison gate as if I was running away from the prison, but I couldn’t stand the grin of his devilish face! Uh! My mind was filled with the horror and misery he gave me and I ran to him with my face filled with emotions. How could I not kill the devil that made me kill my beloved wife?!?! A prison guard stopped me and inserted me with a drug, where I was about to pass out. The last sight I saw was the dog, grinning, staring at me with his hypnotizing eyes.

But if I took the pills and the dog still appeared, what does this mean!?[/size]

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OT: Never really had this assignment, but if I did, I swear the only thing I would write would be

Do the impossible
see the invisible
row! row!
fight the power!

touch the untouchable
break the unbreakable
row! row!
fight the power!

over and over again. Seriously. it's what's in mah heart, maaaan.

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OT: What's in my heart? Emptiness. If you want to find the nearest passage, it's only millions of miles away.

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[quote name='Darkplant - FEAR' timestamp='1324347961' post='5718336']
I think the TC has the typical Hinamizawa Syndrome.

OT: TBH, the thoughts inside my head mainly revolve around card games and sex.
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That being the case we should sedate and castrate him. <3

But yea, my head is mainly music and friends.

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[quote name='Darkplant &#045; FEAR' timestamp='1324347961' post='5718336']
I think the TC has the typical Hinamizawa Syndrome.

OT: TBH, the thoughts inside my head mainly revolve around card games and sex.
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[quote name='WTFauKorean' timestamp='1324417809' post='5719760']
i would write

my name sam
sam i am
i am contempt where i am
no changes needed thats how great is sam

im conceited here
im conceited there
im conceited everywhere

but with moderation on a train
on a boat
in the rain
in your pants you'll leave a stain

=D
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thanks for sharing that one it is very beautiful!

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