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I was seven years old when my teacher told me that the most colorful insects were also the most venomous ones and I was sixteen years old when I looked into your vivid green eyes and knew that he was right all along.
I wanted to hold onto you tightly but I made myself let go. I made myself shrink back. You would not pass the walls of my heart again, I won't allow myself too go back. Even on my weakest nights, when I'm all alone sobbing in a ball, I will not call you. When I'm awake at 3am, with all our memories stuck in my head, I won't text you. When I see you in the street or the hallways, I will not speak to you. But what I will do is watch. From a distance I'll see where life is taking you and I'll be happy if you are. I'll be sad if you don't get everything you want. Because even though you crushed my heart, even though you tore me to shreds, I still love you. I still want the best for you and I'm willing to watch from a distance. But if you come back, begging me to open up to your tricks once again, I'll refuse. Because once I'm healed, once I've eaten all the ice cream, and watched all the sad movies, once I've listened to our song enough to make me vomit and my tears have run out... I won't want you anymore. I won't want to love a poisonous creature again. I
This, like, put a damper on my mood. So sad. So depressive. My goodness, I'm so strange. Haha.
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WRITERS BLOCK
RandomThis is where I will put the completely random, has nothing to do with anything stories that I create when I have writers block. I'll put out a stick (or two or three) and write based off what the stick says. Please don't judge me... :)
