Hah"We're calling him Hah," Jaino thought-said.More Like This
"Yeah," Wimz laughed. "That's the sound he makes most often. Help us out, Riuu."
I looked at the man, not at all sure I wanted to touch him. They feel so weird... and all these messy excretions. Not only can't they float, but they always seem to be visible. We're really not supposed to bother them, because they break so easily. But occasionally they wander into our lands.
That was when he did something really interesting. Jaino and Wimz had him tied to a flatrock. He couldn't get up and run away, of course, and it was so very obvious that he wanted to move.
I didn't really understand that until he leaned forward, oozing water everywhere, and tried to stretch the rope. He was so determined to pull loose, even though he was obviously getting weary. They tell us that men aren't completely stupid, so he had to know that we'd just tie his limbs down again. But he tried anyway, in that slow, quiet way... dripping moisture, still making the
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Parents say , “Don't give your information
to someone who may do something dirty!
They're liars, evil and rapist in waiting.
Their compliments and gifts
are just another form of baiting.”
I'd like to think that we judge without
getting to know,
what happens on the other side of the mouse.
Internet friends are there when we're alone,
till 2 a.m on weeknights,
chatting with us until the pain is gone.
They're always there to confide,
when we're sometimes
on the verge of suicide.
Pulling us through our depression,
begging us not to relapse,
not to succumb to our regressions.
“Get help, not attention,” they'll tap in chat,
as a response of a picture,
that'll show our wrists all hatched.
Sometimes it's the little things they do for us,
like sending “You're amazing” “You're beautiful”,
“You're so full of love.”
They encourage us at times when our “friends” don't,