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Happy Pink Pills [L.R.H]

Happy Pink Pills [L.R.H]

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WpMetadataNoticeÚltima publicación dom, feb 18, 2018
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Silly me, I'm all alone. Silly me, I never sleep. Silly me, I don't take my happy pills. Silly me, I'm empty inside. Silly me, I'm standing on the bridge. Silly me, I'm almost dead. Silly me, is it too late to live? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Babe, have you took your pills?" No. "Yes Ashton, just like I promised." I haven't ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "I'm sorry Ashton." I whispered to myself as I brace myself to jump from the bridge. "Is this what you want little one?" A hooded figure asks me. Of course it is... I think it is. "I can't change your mind if it's already made up, but I promise I'll be there for you." He trails off "I've seen you around, your beau-" He gets cut off because I loose my grip and slip. I'm falling. Will he catch me?
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In August summer ends. In September autumn starts. In February, winter ends. And in March spring begins. But what happens in April? •••• "... and beyond Michael was Luke. I'd always compared Luke's eyes to an ocean, beautiful blue and shining, but far deeper than any human could hope to reach. The pressure of discovering the secrets within the depths of Luke's eyes was enough to kill a man. In that moment, I was sure to be that man, compressed, drowned. Luke wanted things I knew then I couldn't give. Shouldn't give, but I wanted to. I knew then that the devil was not a demon. He was not Lucifer, not Ashton. The devil was not in the eyes of the police, or in my fathers harsh words. The devil didn't whisper into the ears of the pure. He didn't force me to sell my soul. He muttered a feeble plea for me, a soft beckoning, begging for my attention. And like Lucifer, I fell."

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