My heart is like a dagger, It strikes others hearts with a pointing harm to their souls. My eyes show emotions of depression, they shed fountains of tears heading down, drowning in lost dreams. My body is hard but brittle, can brake to the tiniest pieces of rubble on earth. My smile brakes, and it makes a frown instead. I quiver, shivering in demise, abused and taken by surprise. My hollow vessel tackles to shards of pieces, cracking against the each other.
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Inner emotions
Short StoryWriting has always been a gateway towards my feelings. Either if it's hate. Or depression. Sadness or lonliness. Or just me trying to show my love towards someone. Or a simple heart break. They are my inner emotions.
