"She cried. Wailed at the unfair universe. At the irony of it. She's living a horrendous and fearful life. And other people are nonchalant at this cruelty, like it doesnt even matter if she dies, by a devil taking her soul, whistling.
She finally musters up a tad bit courage and asks the question. That question which burned a hole in her sleeping mind.
She stood up and asked the universe, spit the question at it, screamed, "WHY WERE YOU SO CRUEL TO ME? WHY DO YOU ALWAYS CONSPIRE AGAINST ME?"
Came the reply, "'Cause you never did even try. You spent all your life blaming and blaming me. You wasted your life on those stupid tears."
A/N: Wasting your years mourning, will not get you anywhere. 😟😟😟💔💔💔
So blow a kiss.
Then fire a gun.
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The Ink Of Hearts.
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