what's left between us || ryden/rydon ||

what's left between us || ryden/rydon ||

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Three words, that were said too much that meant something; but, not anymore. The rhyme they sing, "Sticks and Stones make break my bones.. But words'll never hurt me." Words do hurt. Especially, if they slip pass the lips of the one you love the most. The three words now, were full of hate, and pity. "I'm leaving you.." Don't try and say that, those words don't hurt as bad as sticks and stones.
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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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