Unrestricted Literature

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Can I rant for a second? Just a quick minute. A time for myself and my limits? Because I'd throw myself off the tallest building for your attention and validation. These games have been fun. Except, well, I wanted to win. And for a second, you caught my gaze. And threw my heart away as it shriveled into paper smithereens. When moments and minutes pass, the only thing to do was worry. Except I couldn't do that anymore. You took the pain away. Even if the devil inside still lingers. I know you'll never look at me. You'll never turn your head back. We'd stay up and talk until nothingness brings us closer. I never heard your voice. I don't think I'll ever want to anyways.

Sure. You'll come up with your fabrications. Because what we were were nothing more than a silly game of dice. Except there weren't any winners. Just robbers.

Wait a minute. That doesn't fit. I thought the puzzle pieces were meant to stick together.

I was another minute hand to you. While the hour hand kept you busier huh?

Why were you always the victim?

Why couldn't you see right through me?

Was I not blunt enough?

It was my fault wasn't it?

I know for a fact that you loved pain. You were an insomniac scourging the deepest sets of Earth. Without lifting your fingers, you floundered another good bye. Until morning comes I guess.

I get so tired of crying over reality boys. Even worse when they compare those of men. It's not serious darling. Then honey, what is?