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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 128, 0)"><span style="font-size: 26px">I</span><span style="font-family: 'Bad Script', 'cursive'"><span style="font-size: 18px">t was his sanctum, his sanctuary. There was no bullshit to be had in his chambers. That was for outside that closed door. Even his own father, the drunken bastard of a father knew better than to start shit with him in here. He'd already been knocked on his ass once, Jason was not afraid to do it again and again if he needed to. If not over his privacy, then for his half-sister Rose. The redheaded bombshell of a woman with hazel eyes, a pair of long, limber legs from being a ballerina for many years as a child, and transferring that flexibility and mobility to being the football teams, cheerleader. He was proud of her, but at the same time disgusted with himself. </span></span></span><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 128, 0)"><span style="font-size: 26px">J</span><span style="font-family: 'Bad Script', 'cursive'"><span style="font-size: 18px">ason looked at the clock. It was 5:45 AM. It was almost time for him to wake his sister. It was something he both loathed and pined for. She usually slept loosely clothed. A part of him coveted her nearly naked physique. It was limber, flexible and he wanted to see how much and which ways he could bend it. But, then he was reminded that they were related and would quietly berate himself, scolding that dirty side to himself that lusted and longed for. Her beautiful coppery strands which he'd want to run his fingers through, lips soft and supple he'd wanted to kiss for himself. </span></span><br/>
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<span style="font-size: 26px">G</span><span style="font-family: 'Bad Script', 'cursive'"><span style="font-size: 18px">od damn it, he wanted to taste her for himself, and not just her lips. Every part of her soft appearing, fair and freckled skin.</span></span><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 204, 153)"><span style="font-size: 22px">"</span><span style="font-size: 26px">O</span><span style="font-size: 22px">pen up wide, swallow down deep, no spoon full of sugar could make it sweet, the cancer inside stealing my sleep, night after night it keeps haunting me, The secrets I keep. Are tearing me up inside, I try to hide and then I wonder why, Why I’m still running when I know there’s no escaping...</span></span><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 204, 153)"><span style="font-size: 26px">C</span><span style="font-size: 22px">ome undone, surrender is stronger, I don’t need to be the hero tonight. We all want love, we all want honor, nobody wants to pay the asking price; fall on my knees, fall on my pride,  I’m tripping over all the times I’ve lied. I’m asking please, but I can see in your eyes, you don’t need tears for alibis It’s true what they say, love must be blind, it’s why you’re still standing by this sinner’s side; you’re still by my side when all the things I’ve done have left you bleeding."</span></span><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 128, 0)"><span style="font-size: 26px">J</span><span style="font-family: 'Bad Script', 'cursive'"><span style="font-size: 18px">ason continued scrawling his thoughts and mixed emotions until it was 6:30 A.M. That's when he placed his journal in the floorboard by his bed, settling it against the folded wads of twenties, fifties, and hundred dollar bills.  Between them, he had probably, 26 grand in back up funds. That wasn't including what he had in his bank; another 30 thousand. He'd been saving a long time to get a place of his own--an apartment or condo or a townhouse. Somewhere away from the drunken shit of a father--and possibly one that his sister could stay at as well.</span></span><br/>
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<span style="font-size: 22px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffcc99">"</span></span><span style="font-size: 26px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffcc99">H</span></span><span style="font-size: 22px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffcc99">ere's a story of everything we'll ever be; you can hide, but some of us can never leave. And, if you go, I don't need those little things, they remind me of all our little dreams. Can you hear the words, all I can say? We can watch the world, even if they walk away; forget about tomorrow, tomorrow is today; you where born a lion and a lion you will stay.</span></span><br/>
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<span style="font-size: 26px">R</span><span style="font-size: 22px">emember an army of all those little kids? Living life like they only get a little bit; It's hard to fight when you're born in the middle, And I'd rather die, won't watch you giving in. I'm sorry, sister, but your brother's not the same. </span></span><br/>
<span style="font-size: 22px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffcc99">I can look into your eyes and I'll swear that I will change, but tomorrow is tomorrow so forgive me if I stay, you can hide beneath the covers while I hide behind the pain. After all, only so much we can say; words can lose their meaning once we walk away. </span></span><br/>
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<span style="font-size: 26px">P</span><span style="font-size: 22px">romise me that you'll love me, watch me as I fade. </span></span><span style="font-size: 22px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 204, 153)">I'll give you all the things that these liars never gave. The hands on the clock and the things we cannot change, tear it all to pieces and take back what I made. If there's one thing I'd keep, it's you that I would save, 'Cause I am just a lion and a lion I will stay."</span></span><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff8000"><span style="font-size: 26px">T</span><span style="font-family: 'Bad Script', 'cursive'"><span style="font-size: 18px">he finished the last bit of his poetry resounded inside his skull. Rummaging through a heap of clean clothes he found an old, torn and worn button-up that was black he'd used a few days ago while working his job as a mechanic. Though it had thoroughly been washed it still smelled like him; that woodsy scent of pine and cedar smoldering; that thick smokey scent mixed with tones of amber, tobacco, chocolate, and leather. </span></span></span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 128, 0)"><span style="font-family: 'Bad Script', 'cursive'"><span style="font-size: 18px">It also smelled of car oil. Overall it had a very masculine scent. He walked down the hall to his sister Roslyn's room. As he opened the door to her room after knocking and hearing no response, he got an eye full.</span></span><br/>
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<span style="font-size: 26px">S</span><span style="font-family: 'Bad Script', 'cursive'"><span style="font-size: 18px">topping dead in his tracks, swallowed hard and exhaled even harder. There his half-sister lie, completely topless. Why--he didn't know. The only things that flashed through his mind were how perky her nipples were against the cool morning air; her creamy skin lighting up just lightly to the way the suns rays glimpsed through her blinds. The reds, oranges matched her hair color and rose pinks matched the hue of her perky nipples. She lay there, strewn out like a limp doll; her hips gripped lightly by the thin bands of her pink Victoria's Secret thong which barely hid her away from his prying eyes.<br/>
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<span style="font-size: 26px">H</span><span style="font-family: 'Bad Script', 'cursive'"><span style="font-size: 18px">er legs splayed like an open book, one bent at the knee, one left straight. Her mound was visible as her underwear had been pulled tautly against her in her sleep.  He was reminded again why he lusted after her; there was a Dr. Jackal &amp; Mr. Hyde duality to him he could not undo. The mask he wore most days belied the passionate man he could easily become if only given the chance. But he would never be given that chance, would he? He'd never feel how soft her kiss was, nor how sweet she tasted against his lips. <br/>
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"</span></span><span style="font-size: 26px">R</span><span style="font-family: 'Bad Script', 'cursive'"><span style="font-size: 18px">ose," He called to her quietly at first, looking around her room at the various intricacies it provided the eyes besides the discernable and understandably distracting breasts which bore themselves openly, and freely. One larger than the other. Why did he have to take such detailed glances?!<br/>
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"</span></span><span style="font-size: 26px">R</span><span style="font-family: 'Bad Script', 'cursive'"><span style="font-size: 18px">ose."Jason said her name more commandingly, hopefully jarring her awake. When she did awaken he was quick to throw his shirt at her, right smack dab in the face. "Come on, get dressed, I gotta go to work."</span></span></span>​</div>