The Flowers in our Lungs

The Flowers in our Lungs

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ATTENTION!!!!! I wrote this a couple years ago and I absolutely hate it, but I also can't get over it. It's the very first story I ever completed so I'm going to edit it. It's going to take a long time. So be aware that this is not my favorite work and it's under construction. Thank you :) "I guess that's the good part about not believing in love Layton, I will never have to suffer what you do." I wiped the blood off the side of his mouth and a petal fell from his knee to the floor. "Make it stop." He was shaking as he spoke and it hurt to see. "I can't." (T/W: Cruel actions towards dying, death, strong language. PLEASE! If you find any other triggering content that I haven't listed, please tell me so I can put it in here. I don't want anyone to have to deal with something they don't want to deal with. ) (((This is really weird to write because I'm trying to write like I'm a totally different person, like I'm using words I would never say and coming off like I would never allow but it's fun and also kinda bad but whatever!))) (((this is basically my version of the hanahaki disease))) (((strong language)))
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They had both been dealt enough tragedy in their short teenaged lives, more than anyone should ever have to endure. Will two self destructive teens coming together do more harm than good? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I don't know what came over me. The poor guy just asked if he could help and I went all 'crazy psycho bitch' on his ass. I couldn't breath. I needed water. I needed air. Fuck why was is it so hot in here. Was it the fact that the moment his hand left my skin I felt an unbearable need to feel his touch again or was it hearing him ask if I needed help that made me feel helpless and broken once again. I didn't know what it was but I felt like I was suffocating, like the jersey I was wearing was strangling every ounce of oxygen from body. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ * This story had been reviewed recently. There are now added scenes and further edits - 2024 *

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