When I Was Whole (And When I Fell Apart)

When I Was Whole (And When I Fell Apart)

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For all the raging storms and bright sunshine tumbling within him, he had no talent for pouring feelings to paper, no similes or metaphors for the ever-growing cacophony of emotions swirling inside like a hurricane. Poets were those who could make worlds out of words, pictures out of ink-stained fingers, and string together an entire universe with a single stroke of their pen. But Laurence was no poet.
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"He was the definition of what you call bad, he smoked, he broke the law, he drove too fast for his own good.He didn't care because no one taught him how to. But when it came to her, he wanted to be the best man.He couldn't bare the thought of her being hurt by him...or by anyone else. He would kill to protect her, the girl who cared about someone as worthless as him in all her perfection". "Perfection... that's what she's always been. Not even her scars could steal the hope in her eyes. She waited for someone. And when she met him, she couldn't help what she felt. She fell hard for him. And so did her saviour. The girl who had a little too much heart to go around. She never thought herself of being worthy of his love. And she'd go to hell and back for the one who loved her fiercely".

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