Truthfully Feeling

According to my family, I was one of those brats that took advantage of my privilege to cry when I was a baby. You know the type of baby that cries so much that you find yourself exploring the dark realms of your mind,plotting torturous methods that will silence him or her? I was that baby.

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Speeding Heartbreak

The look on his face made her afraid to blink

It was a blank expression that reflected the current state of his heart

Despite this, she still saw her hero

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Dare To Bleed

I spread my heart out on a piece of paper and invited the world to observe its structure, feel its texture and hear the stories that produced its beat.

Inside the deep corners of my mind I discovered that my thoughts had souls. I stared at each and every one fearlessly; before I knew it I was playing with angels and fighting with the demons.

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