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There’s something so liberating about the way we breathe on our own. Freedom and control in the smallest of forms.

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I want to scream, and cry, and tell you all the reasons why I don’t feel close to you anymore.

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Forcing yourself to cry in order to gain relief is almost more heartbreaking than crying because you can’t hold it in anymore.

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Please love me like you say you do. I can’t be another regret.

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I wanna die with the knowledge that you loved me most.

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I kiss you like I actually mean it.

You kiss me like you don’t.

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Scandalous.

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Desire grows from the chains of oppression,

oppression prospers from the desire to conceal.

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- I want to feel as beautiful as you say I am -

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Beautiful?

Finally?

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• She loved them with her entire being.

Her soul entwined with theirs as if it was woven in the stars.

Her heart beat only for them. A rhythmic sound that echoed within the cage they called her body.

The blood that seeped through her veins burned for them with every thought that crossed her mind, and her mind wept for them throughout it all.

She had loved them with her blood and her soul and her beating heart.

But her love had not been enough.

She, had not been enough.

And so, with the crushing weight of the world on her shoulders, and the haunting feeling of despair and heartache leaking from her pores, she lifted her chin and smiled with a mouth of blood.

“FUCK YOU” •

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He was fire. The blood within his veins was simmering and the flesh that stretched over his brittle bones was like a bed of lava.

His eyes, a shade as dark as night, blazed with a heat so strong that it burned.

His hair, sharp and detailed, was a sauna of gold and orange. A mere copy of the flame that settled within his being.

His soul was charcoal and his heart was smoke, a shattered mirror of someone who used to be.

He was fire. A natural beauty. A dangerous sensation.

He was fire, but only to himself.

He was fire, for his mind melted and seared his insides everyday, and the smoke his heart emitted suffocated him for eternity.

And he burned and burned and burned.

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•It spread throughout her entire being.

Seeped through her veins and destroyed her soul;

a hallow corpse filled with nothing but pain and sorrow.

She had blamed it on them,

said the words they spoke had broken her.

Said, that her demise had been unwarranted.

But she had lied, and in the end, only she knew the truth.

And so, as they watched on with pitiful stares that seemed to burn her from the inside, she was wretched from the clouds and set aflame,

For the reality that she had brought this anguish upon herself was enough to kill her once more•

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“And so,

she breathed in the sweet smell of despair,

and knew without a doubt,

that she would parish willingly.”

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Me on the outside: “Uhm...yeah nice to meet you?”

Me on the inside: ‘....I hate them already.’

:)