Loneliness
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WpMetadataReadMatureComplete Sat, Dec 24, 2016<5 mins
Sometimes all you have to do to die is drown yourself in all the what if's in life and I promise by the end of it youll be long gone.. Because not feeling good enough hurts deeper then any what if or any cut or any burn...but sometimes we have to die to and all it takes is that one person to tear you down to kill just enough of you where all you do is lay in bed next to the crying yourself to sleep. Well you're probably thinking okay, well it cant get that much worse could it? Yes, yes it could...because whats gonna hurt you the most is laying in bed next to the person you fell in love with and them sleeping peacfully next to you and you still not being enough for them..and you drown in your thoughts finally accepting that nobody is going to save you..so you give up already and die
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I'm about to tell you a story about a girl. A normal girl. A girl that had no cares in the world, until her trust for it was stripped away. When you read her story, you'll find yourself trusting her, loving her, rooting for her. But you see, not everyone gets to trust the world. Not everyone has a happy ending. --- Halfway through the kiss however, his attitude changed; instead of being a loving embrace, it became a fierce trap. His grip on her waist tightened, trapped her where she was instead of simply holding her where he wanted her. The hand in her hair grabbed a section of it, enforcing his demand for her not to go anywhere. Before she knew what was happening, he left go of her hair, and pushed her to the ground. She gasped, suddenly able to breathe. He stood up and walked over to her. He placed a soft hand on her cheek, just like he used to when he was telling her how special she was to him. None of the emotion was there this time however, all she could feel radiating from his was rage. "You shouldn't have run off, babe," he said bitterly. "I was about to show you how much I loved you. Instead, I now have to show you what happens when you anger me." --- The men regarded her, before she was shoved to the ground and one produced a whip. There, laying broken on the floor, as the other girls watched, she was whipped. Slowly, she felt her skin breaking in time with her heart and her will.

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