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                <title>Eh, a story cliplette I worte.</title>
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                <description><![CDATA[ Serenity: Still living in nothing and the breaking silence. To here is a story of Sasuke as an avenger. I am feeling rather horrible at the current passage of time, so do forgive me if it seems to live in anguish and sadism.<br />
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Sasuke POV <br />
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I live through pain and through sorrow. <br />
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Hate and passionate sorrow fuel this soulless body to move forward, to push myself through times of overbearing masochism and murderous intentions. I have not the need nor the desire to feel love or comfort from the security of friends.<br />
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Friends are weakness. All weakness in my body and psyche must be eliminated at any cost, no matter how high or how low. I will crawl through social discrimination and labels, uncaring for futile tokens of antipathy and spite.<br />
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It matters no longer that I have sold my soul to the devil, or even to his spawn. All for the power, that glorious power that I crave more than life itself, more than warmth or happiness. At any cost will I over come my obstacle. I can no longer hold onto an inner soul that I have already given away.<br />
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Pain.<br />
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Pain is extraordinary and it is also weakness. Weakness living the body. Stabbing, bloody knives drip living essence as my craving and insanity ebb through frozen veins.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~ArashiKoi</author>
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