Blinded
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(Completed 01312017) For the past years, she lived her life in the cold darkness keeping herself from the danger and cruelty of the light. Along her journey, she'll met a very persuasive and playful man who played with her using the piano piece of her lost memories as his instrument to keep intact with her. What if light interfere and take its place? Will there still be a chance for the growing feelings they have for each other? Is darkness would be enough to keep her from falling hard? Will it keep her from falling to his words that kept her blind from the untold truth? "I realized, light's cruelty, shits, and fuckery are the ones which made me blind." - Demetria Corpuz "Blinded" Written by intenshified All Rights Reserved 2016
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Might not. Probably won't. Maybe never. Unlikely. Doubtful. Despite being everything he could have been, Elize constantly settled in the dark, lurking with the impossibles and uncertainties. He believed that he would grow up and take the path of life in a single route with one straight line; no turns, no shortcuts. Perhaps it was because his one and only flesh and blood prompted him to think that if he didn't act like how he was made and how he was supposed to be, he would never reach the light at the end of the tunnel, or never reach his dreams, never be accepted, never be treated seriously...never be loved. The word "Always" was never in Elize's vocabulary-an exception with always doubting, always trying, always...just dreaming. But never the good kind of "Always". Then he tasted it, the bittersweet sensation in his tongue when his mother left him to work abroad. Elize then started to thrive, meet new friends, socialize, be a human...fall in love. For the first time, Elize felt free, felt genuine, felt...guilty? Guilty...was it because he felt glad his mother left, or because he met someone that made him start to feel the Always' in his Nevers? Regardless, he dedicated his whole life in chasing that assurance in his world of doubts, and he simply could not back out now. But when good things come to an end, the choice is yours if you want to let it go, or fight for it. If you choose the latter, make sure to draw blood and fight until you're dead. Just like Elize did.

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