No.
Don't.
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maya knew she would never leave. because she knew that you treat others how you want to be treated.
her body was calm now. ready for the next hurricane to come and messed up everything even more.
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maya walked around in the empty town. no one was to be seem, and everything was just...dead.
she walked and sat down on a bench next to a brown and ripped up wall.
a bird flew by. high up in the sky.
"why can't I be like you?" Maya thought with her little head.
"just be free, and fly through the air feeling all the people staring at me and knowing they want to be like this. why?" s
she let her head fall down, slowly opening the eyes after she had pulled up the sleeve on her right hand.
a tear fell down onto her cutted up body. you could truly see how ruined she was. not just on the outside.
"mind if I join?" a deep voice said.
maya looked up
she shook her head
the handsome sat down next to her
"want one?" he asked.
he hold up a box of cigarettes
"i didn't knew you smoked.." maya said as she took one in between her lips.
"i do when i need a break from everything." he said and handed her a lighter.
her dark coat, which was the only one keeping her warm matched up with the heaven.
lonely. lifeless.
"did you knew that the humans is one of the most easily hurtful beings?" maya lips formed and her ocean blue pair of eyes stared into to dark green pair.
"i could have guessed." he said and blew out a cloud of smoke.
the bench made sounds as he put his arm around the blonde, who sat like stone next to his masculine body.
out of sign, far away from here, they both knew it was someone like them. one blonde, one dirty blonde, sitting waiting for a new stormy day to come.
because even on a bright and sunny day, the darkest secrets and hurricanes can be built.
when else do you think the terrorists plan their attacks?
