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The good the bad and the pretty?

The good the bad and the pretty?

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Romance
as I sat in a field full of tall grass the wind blowing making my long dark curls dance in the wind making my hair a mess but I didn't mind I took in a deep breath breathing in the warm summer air felling myself become more at ease and relaxed I spotted a tree nearby I walked over to it and sat under the tree pulling out one of my favorite books I started to read as the sounds of the winds moving the grassy land around me filled my ears feeling at peace in the moment I read my book my eyes reading every word with nothing but excitement but that excitement was cut short as I finished the book I sighed sad that the book had to come to an end wishing I could live in a world where I could to experience true happiness and love instead I can only fantasize about it because I know for a fact no one will ever love me in such a way oh well at least I could pretend right
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„The sunset is beautiful, isn't it?", she asked, the sound of her voice strained, as if she hadn't been talking for a long time. The boy sat next to her, staring forward into the leaving sun. He didn't even look at the young woman when she spoke. Yet still he could feel himself, only a small part of himself, longing to hear more of her voice. It used to calm him down, singing soft lullabies whenever nightmares haunted him, or telling stories to him and his brother. It was the only comfort he could rely on. And he ended it before it could poison him. Silence filled the vast empty space. Only a single Rowan tree swayed in the non existent wind, its branches reaching down where the two figures sat, sheltering them from any harm that may come their way. It was time to leave this place again. He couldn't stay here for long. He hugged his knees tight, unconsciously swaying back and forth as he did so. Maybe, if he hugged himself hard enough, he could stay here and listen to one of her stories again? Just one short story. His efforts were in vain. He realized that when his hands and feet started to disappear, just like they have done thousands of times before. There was no way things could continue the way they were now. He knew he had to stop, but a selfish part of him was still holding onto that hope that everything would be okay once he opened his eyes. „Auntie,", he said, preparing his next words. „I... really prefer sunrises." 0101011101101111011100100110110001100100011100000110110001100101011000010111001101100101011100110110000101110110011001010110110101100101

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