| With a soul as twisted as mine, it's a surprise that this is so light. |
| With a soul as twisted as mine, it's a surprise that this is so light. |
LossIt's strange. I thought I hated you. That all you did was anger me. That I couldn't put up with you anymore.Loss
But the thought of losing you like I must... It stings worse than a swram of bees.
That I'll never be able to: See your smile, Hear your laugh, Feel your arms around me, Kiss the lips of one I love. It tears at me worse than any words or knives did.
Thre is hardly anything else that could hurt me.
I fear that if I don't drown in my tears I'll go mute from the screams.
Why do things always end this way?
My
EndureLosing sight. Everyday it's as if another razor blade is added to my eyes. I grope around, grasping for anything I can hold.Endure
Nothing ever stays for long. Loose grips cause escapes, But holding on too long or hard causes death of said thing.
So I start to withdraw. Going about my daily life as best I can. Avoiding anything I would want to hold dear.
Breaking. The charade can only last for so long. One broken so much can only appear so functional for so long.
Sleep is like a flirt to me, Letting me get so far onl
Just Another Story "I think we have eluded them for now. Normally I would fight them, but I do not think a direct confrontations would be wise. Especially considering the condition you are in." a man said, entering a damp cave, supporting a wounded figure.Just Another Story
"No, we should fight. It would be dishonourable to run away. Death during a fight is so much preferable to death while fleeing." the figure said as she tried to break away from him and go back outside.
The man grabbed her, firm but carefully, and sat her down. "Yes well I would rather us not die at all, especially that their hands. Besides if one of us dies no
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