I've lost so many people. My mother, father, brother, best friend, but the worst by far was you. The pain of losing you burns brighter than the pain of losing all of my family. The comparison is like comparing the sun to a lit match.
The pain burned out Light and Dark, white, black, and gray, good and evil, and the balance in between. I've loads my balance on the slab of sanity. I'm slipping, from left to right.
I found a way around the pain though. If I cause myself great physical pain, and focus on that. So I burn out the burn. Every cigarette, I put it out on my forearm.
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Unstable (NaNoWriMo)
Short StoryYou think you know what love is? Well you don't. Know why? It doesn't exist. All it is is a chemical reaction in your brain that leaves you unstable. There is a fire burning on the edges of my soul, consuming my sanity.
