You have made me a puppet before. I am sorry it makes you angry that I am not anymore...
I am not guilty, and you can’t make me, not again…
Category: life
Warmth of my torment,
She was the solace and she was the torment, there was no other place I would choose to be…
Tell me your story, for I am…
Everyone’s story had once been mine too…
A beacon promised to never quench,
Watch me in your darkest days, your answer is already there. It has always been…
A different phase of stand still, Nonexistent
A nonexistent state of reality…
Crumble, by mere touch
Left to crumble by the touch of breeze, a scent so brittle that its movement creeks
Salt,
The one spice that matters the most.
Little…
A little good left behind..
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