His Scars

His Scars

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He never felt special, he has never been loved. An unloved child became a hurted man. He's left alone. He doesn't like to be alone. He's trying to survive, trying to let go. But look at him now. He is smiling. He is smiling to his new victim. Years are gone since he felt that way. Let me introduce you to Louk. A 16 year old boy from Carolina. Living alone. In a black room full of regrets and memories. She's an angel. Nothing could really work out with them. He's pulling her inside his own darkness. But look at her now. She was in the darkness so darkness she became. She's not smiling. She changed. Her hopes are gone. She's loosing her self day to day. And now, she's slowly drowning. She's suicidal. She's an angel trying to go back home. He's trying to pull her out but nothing's working. Trying to pull her out makes him drawn too.Maybe he loved her, but deep inside.. his scars are faded. Untill she comes. And brings them up again. ..Goodbye Elis
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There was something about him. Or maybe there was something about me. I didn't want him in my life but he ran into it; literally. He liked to hide in trees, irritate me, and read books; despite the fact that it went against his image. He was more than meets the eye. Although at first I didn't want to know more. He lured me in like an unsuspecting moth to an open flame. Knowing the dangers I went in, wanting to know more. It could hurt me but it was too irresistible and I was drawn in. This isn't how the bad boy made me bad or about how I made him good. This is about how we changed each other lives. In good and bad ways. Whatever that means. "I don't bite.... hard." He smirked at me, winking one of his bright hazel eyes at me. It only made me more frustrated. "Yeah but Hunter, if you did you'd probably give me rabies." I rolled my eyes looking back at the book in my hand.

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