Playing with Curses
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Ongoing40m
Last published Sun, Feb 28, 2016
Darkness.
Loneliness.
Chaos.
Envious.
Control.
These are the emotions that scooped out my essence and turned my body into an empty husk. There is nothing constricting me but I cannot move. My life revolves around a shelf now. Just looking at dust collecting.
Once I was able to feel positive emotions.
When someone greeted me, I returned with a smile and a wave.
When my sports team one, I would cheer in triumph.
But now,
My purpose is the only thing.
Feeling nothing but waiting. Waiting so long that the world we live in my go to the dogs. Waiting till someone comes again, so I can feel something.
Warning:
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Mild gore inside but not written about regularly.
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