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Ƨcяɛαмιиɢ.
P̸a̸i̸n̸.
δαɾƘηεςς.
Ƨcяɛαмιиɢ,
P̸a̸i̸n̸,
δαɾƘηεςς.
There was ƨcяɛαмιиɢ.
Then there was p̸a̸i̸n̸.
Then finally, δαɾƘηεςς.
I remember. I do.
Ƨcяɛαмιиғ, p̸a̸i̸n̸, δαɾƘηεςς.
That's what happened.
There was ƨcяɛαмιиғ, then p̸a̸i̸n̸, then δαɾƘηεςς.
Ƨcяɛαмιиɢ. The screaming stopped. I don't know when, but it stopped. Who's screaming was it? It sounded like a mixture of a young female, a young male, and the tires of a death machine.
Ƨcяɛαмιиɢ. I heard screaming, then I felt pain, but the pain is gone, just like the screaming. Darkness overtook the the screaming.
P̸a̸i̸n̸. There was pain, an unbearable amount of pain. I don't know where the pain was coming from, or what caused it, but the pain was excruciating.
P̸a̸i̸n̸. The pain started to leave and was replaced with darkness. I don't mind though, I don't mind, I don't like pain. Pain is scary.
δαɾƘηεςς. In the darkness, there is no pain or screaming. In the darkness, I feel safe.
δαɾƘηεςς. All around me, surrounding me on all sides, closing in...
[̲̅s̲̅][̲̅u̲̅][̲̅f̲̅][̲̅f̲̅][̲̅o̲̅][̲̅c̲̅][̲̅a̲̅][̲̅t̲̅][̲̅i̲̅][̲̅n̲̅][̲̅g̲̅].
I'm [̲̅s̲̅][̲̅u̲̅][̲̅f̲̅][̲̅f̲̅][̲̅o̲̅][̲̅c̲̅][̲̅a̲̅][̲̅t̲̅][̲̅i̲̅][̲̅n̲̅][̲̅g̲̅] in the darkness.
I'm [̲̅s̲̅][̲̅u̲̅][̲̅f̲̅][̲̅f̲̅][̲̅o̲̅][̲̅c̲̅][̲̅a̲̅][̲̅t̲̅][̲̅i̲̅][̲̅n̲̅][̲̅g̲̅] in the silence.
I'm [̲̅s̲̅][̲̅u̲̅][̲̅f̲̅][̲̅f̲̅][̲̅o̲̅][̲̅c̲̅][̲̅a̲̅][̲̅t̲̅][̲̅i̲̅][̲̅n̲̅][̲̅g̲̅] in the painless void.
⒣⒠⒧⒫.
⒣⒠⒧⒫ me,
ṖĿƐΛSƐ.
I don't like this.
I don't like the δαɾƘ ibis.
I want to leave.
I want p̸a̸i̸n̸.
I want ƨcяɛαмιиɢ.
I want...
ⓁⒾⒼⒽⓉ
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Coffee Shop
Teen FictionEvery day at eight in the morning, a young woman sits at the window of her favourite coffee shop in London, enjoying her wake up mug of coffee. Everyday at eight o' ten in the morning, a young man strolls past the window of his favourite coffee sho...