Failure. Whether you're aware or not you are always on the cusp, the brink of failure. It hits you like a bullet, piecing your side with judgement and pressure but not quite quick enough to kill you leaving you to lie helpless with no way out. Failure always lingers, it casts a heavy scent over you, the burden being even heavier. You know the feeling of failure. I suppose failure is the reason I'm sitting here while my every fault is floating elsewhere without care. I suppose failure is the feeling this opprobrious feeling in my gut wont wane no matter how I persist in sullying it along. I suppose failure is the reason he & I keep exchanging quick glances. Failure is the reason we're in this situation without escape.
Lets not misunderstand, The story I am beginning to tell is not to entertain you. The simple undeniable fact is I'm informing you, merely trying to help. Not everyone saw my helping as helping, which is why we're here. When people are delusional they push their delusions onto you. When they find that their attempts wont be as facile as they once thought, acrimony ensues and you're caught in the middle.
I suppose you could consider this a love story, I guess I just always thought love stories were supposed to end happily.
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𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐥𝐥 𝐇. 𝐍𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐤𝐚
RomansYou don't realize your privilege until its taken away from you or thrown in your face. She didnt see how fortunate she was to lead a life away from every problem that was tainting the world right under her nose. Isolating herself from the ghouls...
