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Drifting Shadows

Drifting Shadows

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WpMetadataReadMatureComplete Wed, Jan 25, 201710m
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Romance
I sit here alone, the way its suppose to be as the wind blows around me, causing the the leaves among many trees, to whisper unto me about an eternity which wasn't meant to be. I'm lost in this cold world letting it eat through my thin blue skin, the life i had drains away in a warm stream, to a cooling puddle as it drips from my finger tips. I follow the stream of tears as it leads me to a trail, stopping...I fall to my knees dumping the razor blades from my shoes and walk on the broken glass by this river side,through the wind that cuts me deep. To cross this ocean of blood, a donation is need to pay the price, a cold kiss is all that's needed to gain access to the world of decay. Understand the hate in her eyes, accept the despite in her heart, access the pieces of shattered heart in her chest...and watch her walk away with the reflection of who you were. Access the darkness in her soul to feel the pain needed to gain the required feeling of loving pain to enter the ocean of relief.
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MANAL

A few minutes into the walk, I heard footsteps shuffling behind me. I tensed up and halted in my tracks. My heart began to pound violently in my chest. I felt too afraid to even do anything. I stayed glued to my spot, but that didn't stop the footsteps from approaching. Mustering all of the courage left in me, I spun around and to my utmost horror, two men - more like thugs were standing just few inches away from me. Ya Allah, please protect me! I don't want to die like this. I spun back around and started walking, my pace increasing rapidly. "Hey! Where the f*** do you think you're going, bit**" One of the men slurred. By the tone of his voice, I could tell he was tipsy or high. The rate of my fear intensified. MANAL ❤ ©2019

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