Silence of An Uproar

Silence of An Uproar

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In this world, there's no such thing as hope or love....The only thing you'll ever deserve, is depression, anxiety and horrid reality.... No....you deserve so much more...you deserve friends, you deserve food, you deserve love, you deserve to wake up, and to have a smiling face peering down at you...just to say, "You are Beautiful...Good Morning.." You are me, and I am you. You are my prince, I am your God. You are my Dumah, you are Dumah. What do you think an angel is? Do you see an angel as a Being of light, perhaps a messenger from God? Maybe you're more of a supernatural fan..maybe you see an angel as stern beings, without wings and in a trench coat. Well, to put it lightly..you're wrong. Angels...are no more than Humans with Wings. Angels are beings who, like humans, work hard, await their desires, and feel the most unbearable, painful emotions. Dumah, a lowly white angel found this out the hard way. Up in the clouds, you'd expect everything to be happy, carefree and non-judgmental. Heaven is no different from our World, it is simply up high in the clouds. Our differences are wings, and even then, not all angels could even use theirs. Dumah. A name bore by the Angel of Silence. Bearing a tongue and voice box, yet not the mind nor want to use them. He is more than a flightless, voiceless angel. He is the the prince of this umbra He is Dumah
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His eyes told how dark his thoughts were, what devilish aura he shadowed if she accepted him and was ready to listen to him no one could imagine his doings. She only seeks solitude, but he seeks her, and he craves her as if his life depended on her. He is the cause of her pain. She only wishes to go away from all the emotions, but he can never let that happen. He can show his tears to her, but can she wipe them? Maybe God wanted to create an unforgettable story. His aura screams power that no one can deny except bowing. Her soul reflects others' sins for what others fear to acknowledge. Did she hate him for giving her pain? No, she never hated him. She changed herself.. but what change? She loves him! Maybe not... then what changed...? Love, why is it so difficult either to gain or to lose... "I don't like it when you think about things other than me," he said Is this the start of his madness, or is he already drowned in insanity? She is his heart.........She is the eternal echo God cast into existence for his life. ●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●● He is taking every step near to her, his deep dark eyes looking at her serene, calm face... she is looking directly into his deep, dark ebony eyes... she can clearly see the insanity in his eyes... "Sweetheart, I told you not to think about other things.... but why would you like to provoke me... ha, " his voice is deadly low, sending an electrifying jolt. She is just standing in front of him looking into his sinister soul... He touched her cheek gently, rubbing the soft, gentle, dried tear marks.. He kissed her forehead... she closed her eyes, accepting her fate from which she tried to run away.... "Tell me, sweetheart, what punishment should I give him." A dark mysterious smirk playing on his handsome face... "He is your sister's soon to be husband," she said as he didn't know. He chuckled, a mocking, sinister, extremely insane smile

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