Sometimes you feel as though you don't belong in the world. And sometimes you feel as though a world that doesn't exist is much better. A world in which anything could happen. A world in which the characters are so intriguing. A world in which you belong.
The world isn't always the most accepting place. It an be mean and deceiving and not at all stable. Of course there are people to help with that but they aren't super human. Are they? They aren't capable of anything more than you and me.
Those people will live a good and happy life filled with satisfaction. But, for people like me who aren't easily satisfied with anything more than...well...anything. We would like to live in a world where everything is perfect for us and a world where everything works out with just the right people and timing. But that world doesn't exist.
And it never will.
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(A/n) This was project for school. Ctrl C. Ctrl V. I take my projects for school very seriously. Especially if its creative writing. And if I like them, I post them. See you.. *realizes I can't actually see the readers* ..in the next chapter.
P.S. Isn't it so satisfying when you're writing something and it ends on an even number of words/characters?!?!?!
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Mysterious
PoetryLove is different for all of us. Some is given. Some is taken. Some is one-sided. Some isn't. Hate is different for all of us. Some is given. Some is taken. Some is one-sided. Some isn't.
