He wants to say I love you
but keeps it to goodnight
because love will mean some falling
and she's afraid of heights.
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It has been said, that when you go out looking for revenge, dig two graves.
But what they didn't tell us was, what to do when the person whom you're digging out the grave for, is whom you're destined to be with.
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Sweet as it would be, and cherished as always, it's something that everyone has. Big, small, tiny, stupid, wonderful, delicious, scandalous, vengeful and so many kinds.
It's born with mere creativity or vicious thoughts but has many ways that it could end in.
Dreams.
Something we all have, something that keeps us going in life so that we don't have to keep remembering the past as a mistake but look forward to opportunities that lie before us.
As a little girl would be put to sleep, another dream would fuse in, a dream of growing up to be courageous as her father, kind as her mother as she would always welcome her with open arms, protective like her brother who would thwack a whole group of bullies only for her.
To be strong like her family.
That girl was me.
I had dreams too.
Right before every single one of them was crushed bit by bit as I woke up to the supposed best day of my life.
It's truly amazing how dreams can turn into living nightmares in matter of seconds.
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(Three years ago)
Staying awake the whole night was something that I had never done till then, also because I wasn't really feeling like sleeping at all. Who would, the night before their birthday?
I lay awake staring at the ceiling, wondering how many more birthdays I would get to celebrate before I would find my mate and go away with him.
I doubted Zach would allow that. Even Carter, though he was still too young, would be clinging to my foot not letting go like a cute little koala bear.
I tried remembering the past.
All those moments, good, bad, happy, sad, teary, tragic, proud...they made me who I was. It was because of them wholly.
That time when I caught this girl, Samantha, lean into Zach as he tried to scoot away and I took a frying pan, banging it hard behind her head as she fell to the ground holding her head and my brother looked at me asking, "Why did you do that?" With shock clearly visible on his face.
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Werewolf"Within the darkest and the most barbarous heart pervaded with atrocious desires, there lie the thinnest and weakest roots of love that only need to be tugged along with soft caresses of virtuous trust..." ➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵ Raised among hear...
