DEATH POOLS LIFE
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Last published Thu, Oct 27, 2022
Why? why do I only FEEL everything when she's around me? you can stab me with a sword, and I will barely make a sound, but you dare not say or even look at her the wrong way. She makes me FEEL things, which is very unusual as they say I am an emotionless, stone-hearted bastard! then why? why do I feel every emotion with her? why does my heart beats faster in her presence? It's like it wants to make sure that she knows everyone was wrong, that it exists in her presence, for her.
She makes me weak and strong all at the same time.
Prior to her, I was unknown of these emotions who am I kidding, any emotions actually, but then one day she came barging in where people never came, they weren't allowed to, anyway. Not only she came horning in through those doors, but she warned me- yeah, SHE FUCKING WARNED ME! BANE ELLIOT! and that's how we met. I won't lie I was surprised; I mean c'mon whoever in their right mind will come to a place where death resides. That was the first emotion she took from me. I should've understood at that point only that this won't be her last time, but sometimes even death slips.
I was never the one who cared about anything or anyone's feelings, hell I don't even care about mine but I cannot watch her in even a slight bit of discomfort. It makes my body go itchy and I hate that because I feel like it's one of those itches that can't be scratched, at least that's how it feels. I hate feeling out of control and whenever she's around I can't even control my own breathing! it's so fucking infuriating because I like every bit of it!
Like our names we are polar opposites but are we?
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