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There was a deep red tinge framing my vision. My frame was quaking with the wrath of all the injustices life had dished out to me. Blinded by rage, I picked up the heavy porcelain paperweight and threw it with all my might at the brittle windowpane reflecting back nothing but a face seething with anger and ache. I despised it. I despised how hurt I was and I despised the blatant truth for jeering at me because I couldn't do a single thing about it. The pasty marble dome struck the glass surface and shattered the entire panel to a number of nasty fragments. The collision echoed all my anguishes and grievances. Was life trying to mock me? I seized a stack of former publications and hurled them at the floorboards as I mercilessly swept them off the mahogany desk. Agony. Acrimony. My once vivacious heart was now pervaded by an icy chill of prejudice that wrecked my body, making every cell freeze with the cold hatred I felt for Life. I picked up the delicate teal vase with intricate patterns and threatened the existence of the fragrant lavender tulips contained in it as I held them in my trembling hands. Finding myself in such a pathetic state made me feel so drained. Overcome with weakness I fell to the floor all too suddenly and looked around at the mess I had made. The tulips that once boasted beautiful blooming petals now lay in a pool amid the remains of the vase that was.
Right then and there, I just lost it and cried tears of sorrow for the flowers that reflected only me.
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Pages were scattered and strewn everywhere. Shattered glass pieces lay on the floor daunting him to walk forth into their lethal trap. The glass shards crunched like cornflakes under the weight of his big, brown boots as he lightly tread over them. He made his way towards Paige Lockwood, who was surrounded by destruction ruins and was sobbing violently with her head buried in her hands. Lying on the mahogany desk beside her was a sheet of paper blotted with ink... and tears. That sheet of paper seemed to be the only thing in the destroyed room that had apparently escaped Paige's fist of fury. Mr. Lockwood picked up the sheet of paper and read the heartfelt words scrawled upon it.
When it hurts so badly you can't even get up,
When you know you're despondent and bound to give up.
When neither people nor things can make you smile,
And everything around you makes you woeful and vile.
When the loss of being alive comes thundering at your doorstep,
When your pool of tears leave you miserable at best.
When you put on your face to try and fight with all your might,
When your heart equips you with reassurances by saying, "It's alright."
So when you actually get up even though you're hurting inside,
When you look for warmth, support or help in lieu of trying to hide.
The dictionary defines 'life' as the state of living beings,
But how can you be alive when you know you have a fatal disease?
Mr. Lockwood raised a hand to wipe of the painful tears trickling down his sunken cheeks and put down the mean sheet of paper. His heart ached for her. By this time, his child's sobs had died down by quite a bit.
He planted a wet kiss on his daughter's bald head and said, "Paige dear, Dr. Ross is ready for us.
"M'kay," replied Paige in a flat dead voice accompanied by sniffling.
