Author's Notes: Another one-shot, enjoy.

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Joy

What's the word? I don't know. I'm not exactly the sharpest tool in the box when it comes to those thing's. Fo now, untill I learn of a better word I'll call it joy. Not not because it's a happy feeling, no on the contray I hate the feeling, but now that's not right. No I love the feeling, I do, I must love it. Why else would I be here? Maybe I just like pain. That makes sense. No, not really. God, this is just confusing now. Why the heck DO I stay? This is stupied, why am I getting so confused. I know what I'm trying to say, but no one understands the word's that leave my mouth. It's pointless anyway, they wont even care. I'm just their silent hevigh and that's the way they like it. My glasses are the curtian's on my soul's window. Can't have people peering in now can I? Makes you wonder dosent it? If the eye's are the window, what the heck is the door? Hmm... That one need more thought I think.