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You just got salt in my ear“You just got salt in my ear, you bitch!” she whined, whirling round to face him. A malicious grin spread across his face, and she almost smiled at his happiness, but managed with some extreme effort to keep her face sober. “Pepper too, Miss?” She shook her head, lowering her eyelids and smiling her loving smile, he let out one of his all too rare laughs and she felt her stomach explode inside of her. Why didn’t he laugh more often? It sounded so amazing, she lent forward as if to kiss him but at the last moment her hand came up and slapped his right cheek playfully.You just got salt in my ear
“Too far, boyo.” His mouth dropped open and he stared at her wi
by ~pseudoxemotions
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I AmLook into yourself for a while. Look past who you think you are now. Look past everyone you've been every second before now. Look past expectations and regrets. Look at who you are. Not who you wanted to be or did become, look at yourself at your most innocent point. Compare now and then. Take an unbiased, honest look at yourself now. Are you exactly what you hated? Are you the kind of person you vowed not to be? NO! You are exactly what you chose to be. But what if you suddenly chose not to be yourself? Now who will you choose to be? Will you regret it?I Am
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Polarity . . .Our eyes see red and our hearts are black walking, making tread on the soul of the real god because our faith is misplaced in our lives of misery and cold soulsPolarity . . .
Drain in a bath sucks down, down, like the lie of my life that spirals through infinite sorrow and falsity. If I only had forever to sort my lies shrouded by helixes of tomorrow and infested by yesterday
Troubled by love or lack thereof, no eyes can see my pain; god didn't try to save me noone's words can fish me out from endless depths of hate and loveless days eternal
by ~spokk
Dear ConscienceDear Conscience
Dear Conscience, I miss myself, And how I used to be. There are so many things
We need to sort out. I’m so confused. And you know it. You know. You know. You know I am crumbling. You know. Please help me, Conscience. I’m scared to die, Yet petrified to live. You always tell me That it takes more courage To struggle on, To struggle, Than to end it all. But, Conscience,
It’s hard. So hard. So hard. So hard to suffer from this pain Which no longer hurts. I’ve become immune to hearta
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