"LOVE ME!"
Her hands clawed her own chest, suffocating, suffocating, lacking love to breathe.
"PLEASE!"
Her screams turn into pleads, her wishes worth begging for. Alas, her reflection, or was she the reflection, merely watches her bruising knees and tearstained cheeks. Inside the eye of the storm, she lets herself be ripped to shreds.
"Please... love me..."
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Intersections, Thunderstorms and No Sense of Direction
PuisiRandom pieces that help me keep writing and expressing myself. Story excrepts or single sentences, whenever I feel inspired or sort through the rubble in my mind. [Warning: First few chapters were written when I was young. Please understand that I w...
