A Ghost of A Smile

A Ghost of A Smile

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WpMetadataNoticeUltima pubblicazione mer, apr 3, 2013
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Love hurts. It burns, stings, cuts, aches, and damages. That is why they call it a crush, after all. Sure, sometimes it feels good, it makes you feel whole. That part doesn’t last long though. Think of it this way: the first third of the time is just getting used to the relationship and you don’t get too much time to actually enjoy it because it’s so awkward. The next third is the good part where you’re blissfully in love and happy and everything is so perfect you just can’t believe it. Then comes the final third of the relationship where things are getting more serious, and therefore more difficult. Things are tougher to agree on, all you do is fight. Everything becomes too tense and too hard to bear, so you just give up. At least, that’s how it usually goes. My love didn’t just end like that. It never really ended. It died.
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falling in love is like falling in an endless pit, you dared to jump in the name of risking everything, you gave your all, and depend to the love you believed was there, and somehow, it is the time where a cold fragmented ground of isolation started to form beneath the so called endless pit, forming on the sacrifices you gave, the care you offer, the light you shine to the person you love. now the only thing that keeps you floating is him, keeping the gravity away from you, the gravity that held you to the feeling of falling deeper to the feeling of an imaginary float. then one day, you lost him, you lost the only thing that is holding you to place, without the gravity you fear. your back hit the ground, your heart shattered in a million pieces and punctured your lungs that you couldn't breathe, the gravity is too much that you can't move or stand, you stayed there and let it devour you, you became miserable, you let the sadness eat your rotten flesh until youre a forgotten fossils of a skeleton of a sunken city. -Remy Detera

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