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Baby Bear the Magical Special Bear


The Angel Kora
Owner: Mourning

Age: 13 years, 3 months, 3 weeks

Born: July 21st, 2006

Adopted: 13 years, 3 months, 3 weeks ago (Legacy)

Adopted: July 21st, 2006 (Legacy)

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July 12th


  • Level: 50
  • Strength: 50
  • Defense: 50
  • Speed: 50
  • Health: 50
  • HP: 50/50
  • Intelligence: 47
  • Books Read: 39
  • Food Eaten: 0
  • Job: Private Shopper

Cloudy tears crash to the ground, the result of my rotting insides seeking an escape.

How many nights have I lost? In a never-ending transition of time to space to space-time, I don't know where I've ended up. I know I'm young from the supple nature of my skin, but my insides ache from the pain of death that has crept over my heart.

Pieces of me have shattered. Bits of my old personality have splintered inside, and I can't remember how to put the pieces back together. It is a strange, twisting jigsaw puzzle, and I do not remember how to play.

With the death of me, as my blood has thinned, the lack of oxygen is suffocating. The weight of broken promises and the sound of emptiness that remembers his steps walking away, I can't shut it out.

My mind can't escape the memories that replay in my head. I dwell on little instances and wonder what, precisely, I did wrong. Should I have reached out and held your hand? Should I have held back my opinion? Should I have stayed when you asked me to leave?

No matter how many seconds I pick over and analyze, though, I cannot figure out where things strayed, where good intentions paved my path to a broken heart. I gave my best, but it seems it wasn't good enough.

Are you looking? Do you see me? I struggle with my emotions, but I so desperately want to impress you. To see the look of pride on your face, it is almost like a game. I want to earn your smile, and you won't award the prize.

Have you felt what I have felt? Crumbled down to earth, I feel like a child. Small in stature and power and nature, but still, I want that childlike joy of idealism and hope. My nerves remember the feel of warmth and my heart remembers the feeling of happiness. And I promise that I will do better. I will not fail you again.

Oh, I do not want to be your broken angel any longer. But I do not remember how to put the pieces back together. Will you give me those words I so desperately need to hear?

And I promise it was not your fault. It was never your fault.

Story by twocents
Song lyric: Broken Angel by Boyce Avenue
Profile courtesy of Chelsea
Image courtesy of Lavki

Pet Treasure

Box of Childhood Memories

Forgotten Storybook

2011 Memory Book

Book of Memories

Scrapbook from a Lifetime Ago

Conflicted Journal

Pink Striped Journal

Box of Childhood Memories

Shoebox Of Treasured Memories

Burnt Photograph

Memory from a Happy Summer

Tear Stained Linen Handkerchief

Poorly Thought Out Apology Note

Overstuffed Teddy Plushie

Daisy Memento

Pet Friends