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Mark, I know you say that you see all of the deviant art, so I'm putting this on here for you to see. I am a big fan of the Stanley parable and I don't want it to end. Please mark, for my birthday make one more video with the rest of the endings. I am asking you this from my very heart that you make just one more video. Hearing you say you're going to stop a let's play before it's finished made me sad. I don't want it to be over. I don't know if you'll even see this, but either way. Thank you for everything you've ever done.

They look at such superficial surroundings, how you interact with your surroundings, how you're different they say the word “different” like its a disease, like because your different you'll never make it in this world. They don't mean it rudely, they just know you're different. You try to be yourself around them but you're just different around them, you keep all your “silly” references and/or conversations to yourself because you don't feel like explaining yourself (again). You don't mean it, you try to be the same around them as you are with friends, but its so hard when you come from different mindsets. Your mind i

. I cry alone in my room, because who else could be here for me? Everyone has left me and you, of course are not here. . . I've always been the happy one, the one who would keep order, and joy. But this time I don't think these clouds in my heart will clear. None the less, I keep hoping for some comfort from something, or someone. I feel numb, dead inside and useless. . . I remember how you would beg me to sing to you. You loved to close your eyes and listen closely to every word I sung. We were perfect, you were perfect. I miss that, I miss us, I miss you. I still love you. . . But now if I were to sing who would be there to listen? I canno

Yes, I am a teenage girl No, I don't squeal over One Direction or Justin Bieber No, I don't wear mini skirts or short shorts No, I don't curl my hair everyday No, I don't need my phone 24/7 No, I don't freak out and start drama Yes, I am a teenage girl Yes, I prefer Edward Scissor-hands over Edward Cullen Yes, I like violent video games Yes, I like action movies Yes, I listen to Rock, and classics Yes, I am a teenage girl No, I don't draw hearts all over my homework or give my number to every guy I see No, I don't spend 20 minutes trying to make myself resemble a porcelain doll No, I'm not afraid to cry No, I don't party every weekend Yes,

Do you keep those special memories in your memory, like I do? Are they neatly folded in boxes or possibly inside a safe? Or maybe they're just thrown into the sea of your mind, sinking to to bottom until they are forgotten. . . . The last one seems the most likely. . . When you look at me do you look with happy eyes? Are you filled with warmth? Or with disgust and dread? . . . The last one seems the most likely. . . When you hug me, are you afraid to let go? Do you treasure me? Or am I just something to keep you from feeling lonely? . . . The last one seems more likely. . . Am I just fabricating my own worries? or am I telling the awful tru

She doesn't hear the gun shots anymore, so she gets up and drops her gun as she stands watching the sun rise. It was beautiful. She heard others stand up and drop their weapons, people were crying and hugging and shouting that they were finally free! It was a glorious time. Finals were over. It was finally summer and everyone rejoiced with delight.

She was sitting across from him and feeling awkward while he was in bed, reading one of his favorite books. They were in the honeymoon sweet at a fancy hotel, it was almost like an apartment she thought. dozing off, she started to fall asleep in her chair when he said "Come lay down sweetie" she jolted awake and looked at him, "I don't know, it seems abnormal to me. I mean I've known you for so long it was always off limits and now we're just suppose to be comfortable with it?" He thought for a moment, "I guess you're right, it does feel weird but it's okay now" he said with a smile. After that the whole wedding flashed back in her head, the

When I have things to do, my mind is full of wonderful ideas and new inspiration but as I go to write my feelings out I can't think of a single word to say, and that's how I feel around you. I want to hold you, kiss you, love you, and keep you forever. But once I get that chance I shrug you off and pretend I don't notice your smile which could only get brighter when you see me, your dazzling blue eyes with colors of blue I've yet to see else where, your hair, though it maybe awkward to you and a strange color, it is the most vivid colors of yellow, gold, and red intermingled so intricately you have to be close to notice them. But you love me