The end where it's begin

The end where it's begin

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When i said how fragile i was you come to me and cupped my face with your cold hands. You kiss me there. You run your finger through my hair. After that you said "I was fragile too. We're a fragile human who stuck in same time" And baby i know I'll found you and you'll found me too. We just a butterflies without a wings. Our wings was broken and we try to fix it so we can fly again. We just butterflies that lost our way to home. And then We see the same hurt we've got. You knocked down my wall, like the same i did. But i built it up again. Your the on who tried to broke down my walls. You know can. And i knew it too. But it's seems i always makes my walls standing more hard. And then you fix our wings so we can meet on top of my walls. And after that you and me traveled the world with our new wings, new life, a new beginning, and also a newest ending. And i have the new beginning at the end where it's begin. Alone.
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They used my vulnerability against me. They used that weapon, to make me accept their stupid idea. And I of course, accepted it, I didn't even know what they were going to do. They tugged and poked and even shoved their disgusting finger in your wound, just to see you cry. To see you change. No pitty in their eyes. They just continue. They drag you around with metal chains, hit you and turn you into a experiment. But I had enough of the tugging, the clawing, the moaning, the crying and pleading for them to stop, but simply feeding them with our pain. They turned me into something, that neither do they know what I am. Their afraid of me, of my reflexes, my strength. I killed a lot of them. They say I have a cold heart, that I don't feel nothing. That's why they call me: Death -----------------------------------------************************************--------------------------------------------- Death. A teen girl, pitch black hair, black eyes, white skin. Her height is 5'8. People are scared of her, not just because of her strength but because of they way she kills. She lived in this hell hole, where they take her to rooms. Examine. Fight. She knows she won't be able to entertain them for long. She decides to run. Soul. Brown hair as mud, blue eyes as the sky. Hight 6'2. Tanned and toned body. Death's best friend in the hell hole they're in, he's as cold as she is. But shows a bit of sympathy. Well... More than her at least. He's been there for her, ever since she entered this place of crap. They're the two most feared. As some people say, they're a perfect couple. Killing. Fighting. Cold hearted creatures. Also known as D and S. Why? That's what your going to find out, joining this adventure with D and S.

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