These are my stories. Complete fiction, with a slight influence of reality.

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She touched the little box in her pocket and smiled. Her vibrant green eyes, with a burst of golden orange outlining the pupil, became glossy, and lifeless. The blank, emotionless expression swept over her face as the realization of the moment gradually seeped in. The pain seemed to rise behind her eyes. Paralyzed by the tragic feeling of isolation, she closed her eyes and gazed into fields of nothingness. The tears held onto her eyelashes. The color began to fade away from her face, as her rosy cheeks washed out, and became pale. Quivering lips uttered faint wails and moans of questioning disbelief. Her body convulsed as she collapsed to her knees. She never forgot her mother's last words. "In this box, is a locket. You must take this locket with you wherever you go! Because as long as you have this locket, I will always be with you."

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Bring me the sunset in a cup
So that I may have it with me always
To have tranquil enchantment
On even the most melancholy of days

I want the luminous rays to lay their lips upon my skin
Warming the embodiment of my despairing introspection
The beaming aurora would devotedly embrace my body
Inducing a sense of comfort and alleviation


Bursts of flames synthesize in my cup
Colors such as persimmon, topaz, carmine, and cardinal
Dancing in harmony to the rhythm of nature
Certainly such a blessing could not be found in a mall

So year after year, I am everlastingly asked
"What present did you dream up?"
And year after year, I forevermore divulge
"Bring me the sunset in a cup"

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