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[NixNoodleNumbat]

Woah!! I'll NEVER get time to read all these.

 

[EE lover:)]

REVIVE!!!

New oneshot!

*Zim's POV*

Tak lied to me when she said she loved me.
I told the truth when I said I would love her forever.
Tak lied when she said that she wouldn't break my heart.
I told the truth when I said that I was hers for life.
She lied when she said she'd forever be mine.
I told the truth when I said 'till the end of time.
But she told the truth when she said she was ready to move on.
And I lied when I told her that I was fine.

Tak left me. She was with me for long enough to let me start to grow attached to her, I loved her.

And I couldn't help but say to her, to remind her of the exact song that GIR kept on playing, over and over again, the night before. I think it went like this...

It's so hard
To leave the one you love
To finally have to say goodbye
You try to be strong,
But the pain keeps holding on,
And all that you can do
Is cry.
Deep within your heart,
You know it's time to move on
When the fairytale that you once knew is gone.

When the last teardrop falls
I'll still be holding on
To all of our memories
And all of what used to be.

When the last teardrop falls,
I will stand tall
And know that you're here with me
In my heart.

When the last teardrop falls.

So now I'm alone
And life keeps moving on
But my destination's still unknown.
Will there be a time
When I'll fall in love again?
When I just meant to walk
These streets alone
If there was just one wish I could
Be granted here tonight
It would be to have you right back by my side...

When the last teardrop falls
I'll still be holding on
To all of our memories
And all of what used to be.

When the last teardrop falls,
I will stand tall
And know that you're here with me
In my heart.

When the last teardrop falls.

Now it's time for me to find my happiness again
But the emptiness from missing you
Will never, ever end baby...

When the last teardrop falls
I'll still be holding on
To all of our memories
And all of what used to be.

When the last teardrop falls,
I will stand tall
And know that you're here with me
In my heart.

When the last teardrop falls.

And as I recall theses lyrics, that tune...

I can't help but think

How true

Such a human can be.

When the last teardrop falls, Tak may not hold on, but I'll never forget these memories of our times together.

Never.

 

[chickendiva25]

Okay, as soon as I revise my story, you can see it!

 

[EE lover:)]

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WOOT!

 

[chickendiva25]

EE lover :

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WOOT!

Yeah, don't get too excited.​

 

[iluvsedward]

if you feel like it, you can read my book when I finish it

its has nothing on yours though

 

[iluvsedward]

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[DuckyGurl]

WOW. Just WOW. DG, that was really really good. Really cool!

 

[Dutchgirl]

Uh... thanks!!

 

[Dutchgirl]

So when I'm looking through my computer files I come upon weird little bits of stories like this that I never finished:

The Teacher
That Ate
My HOMEWORK
I had always thought that Mr. Shultz was pretty weird. He, strangely, had been my teacher since preschool. I hadn't thought it was strange before I was in 3rd grade, when I heard my brother talking about his different teacher for every year of school. In 5th grade, I started watching him. But it was in 7th grade that I really decided there was something wrong with the guy.

At first it was just little things. I was in 7th grade and it was the first day of school. I was hoping beyond hope that my teacher would be someone else this year - Mrs. Parker-Smith, for instance. I'd heard that she was a normal teacher, albeit being nice. I was in disbelief when I heard that I was going to be in Mr. Shultz's class. I mean, what was wrong with the guy? He seemed to be following me, because this year I had a totally different class than I'd had the year before. I was the only one that had been in his class the year before, and the year before that, and the year before that, and around five years before that. It was getting a bit freaky.
Anyway, I was talking with new classmates in the classroom before school started. And then Mr. Shultz rang the little bell on his desk with pictures of dictators such as Hitler, Stalin, and.... Picasso. Don't ask why, I have no idea. But that's beside the point.