Wednesday, September 1
Sept. 1 Wed.
“A second longer in that embrace, and I would have rammed that pen into their necks. And I know you can feel it..very soon..you wont be able to stop me.� -Other
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I lied.
I wasnt okay at all.
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I was staring straight ahead, letting the bittersweet spectacle slowly blur through my eyes...
Letting it emblazon itself into the shattered pieces of my heart and soul.
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As the white-hot sensation inevitably crept over my chest and throat,
I absent-mindedly traced my finger along the inside of my mouth, which seemed to fill with a deep, sharp taste.
And as the image finally vanished into the soft curve of the landscape, I slowly lowered my eyes on my hand.
My cold fingers were like pale-rose porcelain..
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I was almost sad as the drizzling rain gently washed away the bright crimson stain that angriliy clashed against the pallor of one of my fingers.
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