How sweet it must be to feel all pain...and then, never feel it again.
Pain, was all she felt. Her mind just wouldn't let go.
He stays on her mind all day. His name slips into her mind no matter what she's doing. The same thoughts, the same feelings.
She stared into nothing day in and day out. All this pondering was driving her insane.
Let go, she thought. She wanted to just be over it, over him, over everything in just the blink of an eye. She didn't want to care anymore. She knew it wouldn't work that way, being the caring and loving person she is,
So she sat there with her knees to her chest, arms wrapped around her legs and continued to sob.
She screamed, silent screams.
She felt so empty.
All of the feelings she felt were tugging every piece of life she had in her. She didn't know how much more she could take.
She felt as if her heart was ripped from her chest.
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He was a star.
It was true, he is a star. He could make girls do anything. Feel anything.
He didn't want to or plan to hurt or trouble her like he did the rest. He knew she wasn't like the rest, like the "blondes" is what he called it.
He knew she was tough, that's why he took advantage of her. That's why he had fun seducing her. Because in the end, he couldn't hurt her, she wasn't anything like the rest.
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No drug could make her feel again, no mans sex, and no persons vocables.
She was tired of pretending she wasn't hurt by it, when in reality, she knew what it did to her.
And so did everyone else.
She sobbed, tragic sobs.
She had stains from crying, her mascara was running down her face.
Her clothes were dirty and they probably smelled.
She needed a shower. Her face was bloated, eyes puffy and she had dark circles under her eyes.
She looks what she feels. You could see it all over her.
Love and happiness has lost meaning in her disillusion eyes. She felt lumps in her throat, it was only misery haunting her.
She needed something to heal her, there was nothing.
Her soul was burning her alive.
Then it finally came to her. She needed it...
Of course she has to, remember? She had to let go...
And it was the only way to end her misery.
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Подростковая литература20 year old Valerie came from a troubled home. She lived in a condo in Las Angeles. Her mother died of addiction and her father was a fat, old and junky drunk. She was an only child and was put through hell growing up. 26 year old Able was a star. H...
