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His Umber Eyes

His Umber Eyes

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When I was a kid, no one told me to be careful with who I fall in love with. No one told me how unbelievably difficult it is when someone won't love you back. But his gorgeous umber eyes never failed to answer my deepest questions. They never lied. And so I knew when his body took over, not his heart. However I didn't mind, because I am his. Even though I know he will never be mine. And I loved him still, with all of the thousand broken pieces of my shattered heart, I loved him. And I still do. Even after all these years, after he left me dead inside, completely broken with a hole in my chest. A hole which was soon filled with unending sorrow. My heart still belonged in his palms that crushed it harshly and painfully until I couldn't help but feel my bones closing on me, making me suffocated. I love you Isaac Truth. And I hate it so fucking much.
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When I was little, I was never healthy for a full day. When I would go to school, I would carry around an oxygen tank so that I could breathe properly. There was once where I had come close to death. At that time, my mother and father promised me that they wouldn't ever leave me. That is, until someone came in an murdered them while I was at school. When I was dropped off from the bus stop, I automatically knew something was wrong because my mother would always wait for me. When she wasn't there, I began to get worried. 'Had she forgotten?' Was the first thing I thought as I walked up the stairs and into my house. 'Mama? Papa?' I questioned walking into their room. As I made the first step in, I heard squishing under my feet as if the carpet was wet.

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