I feel this emptiness. I feel it like a bullet hole in my chest. Sitting amongst the flowers with my hair blown back in the wind, an empty feeling creeps up in my stomach, taking away the food that made me feel heavy. My stomach is like a bottomless pit, though I do not treat it that way. Another gush of wind made my caramel brown hair dance along my neck and back into my eyes and mouth. This was a dream and I know because I dream of this place so much. A place were the flowers are an exact replica of the one Dom first gave me and the hill is so steep like the one I used to roll down beside Dom. There is a park bench. An exact replica of the one I last spoke to Dom on and the last place my dad played guitar for me. This is no dream.
This is a nightmare.
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Into your veins
Random"I'm a disease." He whispered into her neck, "don't let me into your veins, pretty girl." But she never listened. "I'm a sinking ship." She whispered on his lips, "don't let me bring you down." But he never listened. "I need you inside my veins" s...
