Journal of Freedom

Journal of Freedom

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Dear diary, Today i decided to give you a name, which shall be “Journal Of Freedom”. In these pages of yours, covered in sloppy handwriting lie the stories of two lives, stories which shall not be told to the world, but to those who dare to dream of freedom just like us. We are dreaming of being freed from our pasts which haunt us from the inside, bringing us to the edge... the edge that will never be crossed, due to knowing that here, in this small poorly lit apartment where our lullabies are written, is that one person who will understand no matter what and will stand by our sides... that one half of ours which will never give us up... Dear Journal Of Freedom, She is free and i will be too, now... I wish my ghost had hands to continue scribbling in here her childish dreams and plans of future... i will never give her up, i know she never meant to give me up, to leave me alone in this world, again... Goodbye...
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(Bfflad- Best friends for life and death) Dear Reader, Let's start at the beginning shall we? I died. Oh no, not one of these stories again where someone angelic and heroic saves the damsel in distress. If only I was that lucky. My heart stopped beating. My lungs stopped working, my soul began to lift away... And then I was saved by a beautiful man with a kind heart and sparkles sprinkled around his head in a golden halo. A cunning, dazzling smile etched his angled features and his hair lay perfectly on his head like...black, sinful layers of pure cynical distrusting evil. Evil that was just waiting to onset a innocent girl as myself and allow her a short amount of time of happiness, and then finish her off when she became older. I'll give you a hint. The beginning of that description was slightly exaggerated. The Angel of Death. One of the only creatures known that was capable of settling the boundaries of heaven on earth. The only creature capable of making one of the Devil's darkest deals to my loving mother; a second chance for her daughter. This comes with consequences of course. Everything you know about Death is wrong. Death is not natural, Death is not normal, Death is not doleful, and Death is far from mercenary. Death blends into the shadows like coal against the most atramentous sky. Death walks the earth with his cursed, monstrous and exotic features, his enticing voice and betraying alluring eyes. Death deceives, scratches, and plays with your mind, until you slowly and painfully loose your grip on reality. He'll make you believe he's a different person, that there's a sliver hope for him. Hope for you. Death is close. Forever and always, Faith Williams ************ DIMBFF FAN CLUB ON FACEBOOK: http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.1605057011183.80718.1378871754&type=1#!/groups/308207282529485/ **** MY WRITING PAGE! Please join! http://www.facebook.com/pages/Kat-aka-katrocks247-from-Wattpad/208740202517075

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