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𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙢𝙖𝙮 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤𝙥𝙞𝙘𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙡 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙩𝙝 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙪𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙘 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨, 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙗𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙙.
_____________________________________Life is never kind, yet you still try your best to move on and keep going, but how much can you take, how much can you handle the nagging pain in your chest that wish to break out and free itself from this never-ending torture,
But in the end, you can't escape a cage you never realized existed, and even so, you cant hold unto a key to a door with no lock,
You blame yourself for being trapped yet you forget it's not your fault for being abducted, you blame yourself for being hurt yet you weren't the one who pushed yourself to the edge,
In the end, it doesn't truly matter, for once you're out of that cage you walk back into another, a never-ending cycle of pain, just wishing for it to end.
-Creator.
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|| Ink's POV:
Walking down the busy streets, as cars and people rush by, some rushing to go to work some going on trips or visiting family,
It was any other day, nothing too different from yesterday, I was planning on going to the nearby coffee shop to ease myself from my paper-thin apartment,
I work as an independent artist in my free time for college, and I can't concentrate on the work my clients give me in an uneasy environment,
When I walked inside not caring too much about my surroundings, that's when I met him, he was about to exit the coffee shop and he accidentally stepped on my foot, taking me by surprise,
I'm unsure if he did that on accident or it was all also just an act of his, another of his mind game to get my guard down, and sadly that question will be forever buried until the day I die,
He apologized and we exchange a few words, I was very flattered by his kind gesture, he was very soft-spoken and wasn't too shy of giving compliments,
We chatted for a while and I'd already forgotten I have work to do, it was something I'd never experienced in my life especially from such a short encounter,We've both exchanged numbers and from that day we just started talking and getting to know each other,
It was all fine at the beginning and how I longed it never end, how innocent and naive I was.
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