It is not a place. It is not hot or cold. It comes in the form of a human being. Gorgeous all around, nice body, nice everything. Rumors, gossiping, lies, and more. My own drug all in one being.
His name flowed off my tongue with so much hatred it sounded like love. I could see the fire in his eyes as he came near me. The fire grew higher and hotter as he realized what he was doing to me every time he walked into the room.
He'd draw me in, almost close enough to be something more with me, all for him to just drop me out of his life. Just as I would begin to see something in him more than just hatred, he would leave me high and dry. Just as I would begin falling for him, he would catch me and then throw me to the side, just like that.
I was nothing to him, but everything to him as well. I was in the dark during the brightest part of the day. I was cold, but burning up all at the same time.
Till now.
Maybe my hell is back.
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РазноеThese stories are from my personal Journal...please be kind, and respectful. Some of these are based on real life people, events that happened, or just a feeling I had and ran with it. Some of these are just random stories with random people.
