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My Master Story It has not been one thing that enslaved me within a bird's cage, but many small wires making stitches. In my mind there would always be a narrow place filled with evil thoughts and burdens. They might never disappear. I could have broken away from the chains and I may have more to break. Nonetheless, I have been going on a tangent, trying to skip the real story, my master story.
In fear of losing hair or giving myself wrinkles, I decided to not be so serious when it comes to life. I laugh when I forget to bring something or forget to ask someone an important question. Most of the time I despise myself because of my lack of caring. There tend to be times when my eyes stare at the reflection in the mirror, looking through my soul, perceiving the inside. Multiple thoughts and ideas become stashed into a bottle for a reason to keep myself from becoming vulnerable. Sadly, there are times when one just
A KeyA key
In which it holds the truth
Truth to life
Truth to things
All those questions
Shall be unlocked
You shall seek
The key to happiness
Fright EyesFright blurred my vision after my eyes caught sight of a lifeless body
suspended from a nail on the door. I turned to run but someone stood in front of
"No," I muttered shaking my head.
Declining crystals slid down my cheek as the person held my hands in a
sturdy grasp. My knees crashed to the floor, unable to stand any longer. With a
rough finger, he removed a forming tear. My ruby eyes closed, feeling the knife
nudging my skin.
"I loved you," I whispered as he caressed the side of my face.
He smirked through my hazy image before plunging in the blade. It
incised so quickly, I suffered no pain.
Parenting for Sex AddictsThe half-day.
We are not those folks that need an occasion to try. And that’s what they call it, too. Trying. As if the very idea of it is taxing. It’s not taxing and we are not those people.
No. We do not go by some magical calendar. Schedules aren’t really our thing in general. That’d be too organized. Too stuffy. Too… I don’t know… too planned. And we’re not the type of people whom plan.
If we could—plan—our lives would be much different. I think. It’s hard to say because this is how we’ve always been.
Our very togetherness is a result of impulse. I’m almost certain that the amount of time it took us to decide to move in together was significantly shorter than the amount of time it took us to remember each other’s names. We might have had our first conversation moments after that first… what I mean to say is we didn’t plan. Because planning would have been much t
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