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Every night it's this
What it could be
What made it happen
False hope drowned
Last breath
Me or him
End one pain
Don't make me do it
Simple mistake
Long punishment
Heartbreak
After heartbreak
By the time it goes numb
No one matters more
But no one looks worse
Or more perfect
To be cold in hell
Surrounded by the fires
Would lightly compare
It's all pointless
On the final day
Victim to hell's frost
And accepting of fate's swing
We're all doomed
What it could be
What made it happen
False hope drowned
Last breath
Me or him
End one pain
Don't make me do it
Simple mistake
Long punishment
Heartbreak
After heartbreak
By the time it goes numb
No one matters more
But no one looks worse
Or more perfect
To be cold in hell
Surrounded by the fires
Would lightly compare
It's all pointless
On the final day
Victim to hell's frost
And accepting of fate's swing
We're all doomed
Literature
A Dream
I watched as they walked him forward so I could say goodbye. He was wearing just a loose long-sleeved shirt, and the blue looked beautiful with his hair. I had always loved gingers. He stood so tall. How could he stand with so much weight on his shoulders? When Willem reached me, I stood on my toes to kiss him. He pulled away slightly.
"No. I don't want to make this harder for you."
"Please Willem, for me." He bent down and kissed me gently. "I would have married you," I whispered so the guards wouldn't hear. I wanted this moment to be between me and Willem and no one else. He looked in my eyes one last time, and they led him away with the
Literature
Dream #1
So this dreams starts off that I went to a store with Jamie (friend) and his dad, but there was no significant dialogue to remember. We went to a small shop that sold all kinds of things, from soap to used "ds" games. I didn't know the name of the store, but I did know that my art teacher and my teacher from fifth, sixth, and seventh grade was working there with someone else that didn't look familiar. For some odd reason I was really tired and was unable to keep my eyes open, but after awhile I had infinite energy but by then Jamie and his dad had bought what they came here for.
After that I don't remember seeing their vehicle, it just tr
Literature
Breathe
I’ve known how to breathe all my life,
at least that’s what I’ve been told.
No one taught me
no one showed me how
I just opened my mouth and
breathe in,
breathe out.
If I never had to learn how to live
why does it sometimes feel
so goddamn hard to fill my lungs
and let go of everything
like I’ve been born to do?
Why did no one tell me about the earth
and how it lives too,
about how when I press my ear to the dirt
I can hear it wheezing and
crying all at once?
Someone once told me that,
someone once said that the Earth is alive
and it inhales children’s footsteps
and exhales the trees whispers
and sighs the so
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