Broken Soul(s)

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Ashton p.o.v

I looked at his hand reached out, in hopes of saving me from all this pain but I don't care anymore, ripping and torn little drops of rain whisper of the pain, tears of loves lost.... his hand still stuck out, his eyebrow raised. What do I do?

I have no thought process, the pain I went through when they told me. No one hurts as much as the last person, to find out that this world can be so sick at heart, so disrespectful. The ones that judge, the voice that never shuts up. The voices that judge you, that put you down, the ones that pick on you, the demons that can attached to someone, crawling inside and attacking everything from someone else soul. This world is too cruel, too cruel for such a beautiful lady and its all funny for a while...

..... but no one ever forgets when someone gets hurt... when its too hard to breath, too hard to smile, too hard to pretend everything is okay, tell me how to fake a smile when its too hard to live. I feel myself in all interviews, i'm just a gloomy broken soul, if I could just get away from all of these people...


" Are you coming?"

I looked at Michael with his hand down wards for me to grab. I wasn't in the mood but I did it anyways. I grabbed his hand as he pulled me up, helping me stand.

" Just pretend to smile, I got your back "


" Thanks" I brushed off my pants and faked a smile for this dumb interview.






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