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Beautiful Disaster

Beautiful Disaster

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WpMetadataNoticeÚltima publicación mié, mar 13, 2013
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I swung my feet back and forth, as I sat on the dock of the bay. Slowly brought the toxic to my mouth, tasting the bitter smoke as I inhaled. The smoke swirled into the air, leaving my sealed lips. I used to be so happy, until a year ago. He said he would be right back, he said he would always be there. Now where is he, where is the boy I fell for, the one that would give me a rose every Wednesday. He left me here in this cruel world left me to struggle on my won. I died with him but for some odd reason I still had a beating heart. Barley breathing lungs, and a inch of love that was already fading away. Mental, thats what they called me, the mental girl. It was true, I had things going through my mind that I couldn't stop. I just wanted it all to stop...
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I made a promise, a commitment, a vow, and an oath that I'd never fall into the brutality they call love ever again, as it is something not to be toyed with. Think of it this way: Love is like a scented candle. The candle stick and the waxed aroma make the candle itself. Then it's ignited by a great inferno, and together, they make a beautiful thing. It burns for a long time, but then it loses that flame, that spark that ignited the creature. I guess the two most important ingredients gave up on each other. "Love" can be a metaphor, a simile, but most of all, a promise. A promise that can't be kept, something that waits until infinity to be broken. At least that's what I, Roseabella Swayed, once believed.

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