The Failings Of A Broken Rainbow

The Failings Of A Broken Rainbow

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"Who Am I?" A boy trying to find him self in a world of bliss and blabbering blisters.. "You are who you were ment to be," An Angel tries and sets him free. Little Black Bird trapped in a cage, trying to fly with broken wings, wearing nothing but a mask, he wants to conceal, don't feel and don't let them know. It had been a while since he saw everyone but his parents. He missed Keegan, he missed him deeply, his eyes, his lips, his smile, his everything, it was extra hard as he didn't go to the funeral and wasn't even allowed to vist the grave as his parents blamed him for killing their little boy, Keegan never left a note or anything but one last lingering kiss on Bryces lips and a don't follow me, he vowed to visit one more time but today was the first time in therapy and if he wanted to get better for Keegan. He had to first getter better for himself cause true love starts with self love and healing starts from the inside.
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Theo People say that love brings out the best in you and I guess their partially right. But as for myself, well that's a different story. Love brought out the good, the bad, and the ugly with in me. It's a little ironic, don't you think? That something as beautiful and seemingly pure as love can be twisted and manipulated into something so unbearably grotesque ... dark. Love in whatever form, whether it's pure or dark is all consuming and that in itself is beautiful, right? And it's really just all a game. It has to be. But I've been losing it for so long to the supposed love of my life, my everything, my...brother. I've never really been able to handle losing and it was killing me. He was killing me in this awful...beautiful game of love and I just...lost it. This game was turning into a war. A war I had to win. A war of hearts. [Warning: this story contains mature content, graphic scenes, violence, sexual situations, explicit language, drug use, boy on boy love and a whole lot of other stuff that may make you uncomfortable. So if you can't handle it bye bye however if your staying I really hope you enjoy my first story.] © shutup345 ™ 2015 ® All Rights Reserved The moral right of the author has been asserted. All rights reserved. This story is published subject to the condition that is shall not be reproduced or re transmitted in whole or in part, in any manner, without the written consent of the copyright holder, and any infringement of this is a violation of copyright law. A single copy of the materials available in this story may be made, solely for personal, noncommercial use. Individuals must preserve any copyright or other notices contained in or associated with them. Users may not distribute said copies to others, whether or not in electronic form or hard copy, without prior written consent of the copyright holder of the materials.

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