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Called the private paradise. 
          Watching you struggle. 
          Watching you trying to survive.
          The light that shined my void self. 
          Every passing day, under the shadow. 
          The parasite wanting to attach to it. 
          Caring at every painful times. 
          Accepting the abondment to our escape. 
          Those pair of eyes, stray attention away. 
          Forcing the shattered heart through his mouth, I don't understand.
          I don't know this feeling. 
          But I need it. 
          Until we are facing each other on the stage. 
          I didn't wanna die. 
          But you gave up. 
          Wrapping the scales around your neck to make you survive. 
          I am scared of this feelings. 
          Yet I am more scared of you dissapearing first. 
          It hurts at each pierces on the side of each beats. 
          Yet the only attention received from the survival interwined lips. 
          You noticed me. 
          But I dont think you will remember me. You look sad. 
          Don't.
          I am scared. 
          Everything is blank. 
          I am no longer will be. 
          Survive. 
          Escape this time. 
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          (AHHHHHHHH hehehe not really but from Ivan's view kind of. He's relatable icl. But uff I wished he would be alive! Maybe maybeee) 

Waking back up to an unknown place. 
          Every scream that echoed through the room. 
          Holding me down with one arm from falling to doom. 
          The weak body held carefully by the one I kept a distance. 
          The temptation to reveal it at every touch grows. 
          The will to reach out grows. 
          Have you ever realised I lied? 
          You didn't...no I know you do. 
          However you kept a blind eye to my case. 
          When did you know I wasn't the one in this body. 
          I will continue... Do I? I will have to leave, one day... Can I bear it? 
          I grew too attached. 
          No I can see youre attached, I can't bear it. 
          I wanted to go back, I wanted... I want to drag you to my world. 
          Heaven grant me the wish. 
          The eye to see me, I, the burned ashes. 
          
          
          
          
          (A little part of the story cause why nottt hehehe) 
          

Floor filled with paint and ink, smudged every corner of the room like a separate masterpiece. 
          Standing on this vast colours filling in overwhelmness of goosebumps. 
          Each canvas completed within this room, tell its own story, dripping from the brushes to the ground. 
          The story of vast paint of filled emotions, creations and admiration. 
          Yet empty, only one standing within the pool. 
          Day or night. Reflecting contrast of its colours.
          Sun or moon, acompanying the individual. 
          Embracing the cold, embracing the warmth within the melted inks, or cooling inks. 
          The audience, the creation, the player, the controlled.
          Each narrates individually. 
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          (Kinda got the idea from diff things, mainly Nikki hehehe. No but I am annoyed that limited load is not nice. Hopefully they increase itt. I can't decorate those gifts anymoree) 
          
          
          

Tapping forward one by one till it brushed on top of another skin by my finger tips. 
          Crawiling to the wrist, embracing the warmth.
          Watching the sky, breathing out cold. 
          Hearing the whispers of peacefulness.
          The serenity of the dark filled in stars around the moon. 
          The throbbing heart resting between those fingers.
          Each words waving around like a lullaby. 
          One more time, I say. 
          One more time you say. 
          The uneveness of the flipping pages by the wind. 
          The silence dancing like its last day before chaos. 
          Before the grip is loosen. 
          Before they are vanished. 
          No where to be seen. 
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          (HEHEHEHE well thats smt smttt, anyways I am soo happy basically I am like half way done with the house of Nikki. But uff I am still unlocking a lot of things, and the amount of time taking to craft them is so longgg, oh well is foine thooo.) 

The curse beneath the blanket that repeat memories like a broken record. 
          The warmth of intertwined fingers that once clunged together, yet one clinging the sheets. 
          Searching for what? The misery. 
          Wanting to cave deep into the void of the devils arm. 
          The little cockroaches rumblings through the mind, buzzing the ear like a fly. 
          Flushing the ear of suffocation.
          The moon above, watching the dearest. 
          The cold embracing the warmth, flipping inside out. 
          Glazing the reflection of the dilated pupils. 
          The longing of the shadow that followed above. 
          The shattered glass laid in the rain. 
          The temperature crumbling through. 
          Every tips of the finger, grinding the the piece of chaos. 
          Every inch of body parts, twisting and turning as the maisonette.
          Blinding the view, from wanting to remember. 
          The feels and taste engraved in brushes. 
          Smudging through the reds across rim. 
          The masterpiece of a mess lingered. 
          
          
          
          

The hope that once existed, ceased away. 
          The warmth that once interwined, choked through those same hands. 
          The suffocation of watching each steps that omce stood side by side, opposite facing without reach. 
          Every little seconds mattered, every minute mattered, the end mattered. 
          The melody once shared, pointed against each other. 
          Tearing, shredding away every piece of fragments as if they did not exist. 
          Back to square, no, back to the position of the chess, in different direction this time. 
          

Each passing times, your figure lingering around me. 
          Watching my interactions to others. 
          Watching me draw. 
          Watching me ride. 
          Watching... When was the last time I have seen you? 
          Do you know my age? 
          Do you know what you are? My hallucinations, the parasite. 
          The parasite that left since that night. 
          The one that I did not understand.
          We were all alone young, idolizing, failing to understand.
          I failed you. 
          I grew, whereas you stuck the same, though we had only a year difference. I am older than you now. 
          Each touch that where left behind, turned into scars. The pain that you took away, took my voice. 
          I failed to understand you. I let you leave. 
          Until the hallucination dissapeared, toning my voice back, my rest back. Realisation, it's gone.
          Your pain that you couldn't share, doesn't exists since that night. 
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          (AHHHHHHHHHH YEAH FUCK YOU VIVINOS Noo man I had to write this. Esp cause of the latest comic that came out. Till finally gave attention to Ivann at what cost thoo, even a hug?!! At least Till bby can talkkk but idc Ivan still alivee, I dare anyone fight me on this. I am itching to wrote one for Ivan too.... Hmmmmmmm) 
          

Time running out. 
          No time to watch, feel, touch. 
          My hands automatically magnified to brush those structure with the edges of my fingers. 
          No matter how many times I blink, its locked to the other. 
          Can I ever go back to heaven? 
          The hell burning my chest, wanting more, the greed. 
          The further the steps are backward, the further is close. 
          The persistence cuffing my wrist without space to turn around. 
          Every turns, it bursts in sweets. Every path, is companion. Every song, replaced with the voice and breathing. 
          Learning day by day. 
          Two complete opposite, yet standing side by side enjoying the snow, the rain, the cold, the sun, the heatwave. The chaos, the silence. Each other. 
          I am stuck, no I let it be. I am not cuffed. 
          Slowly with you
          We are in the present. 
          Enjoy the little moments. 
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          (Yesshh, I got inspo from music honestly, this can mean many things, depends on how you read it. At the end of the day, remember that even if is scary, it's okay, you're doing well. Go with the flow, and go with how you see fit. Don't pressure yourself. We are flawed humans at the end of the day. The present counts.) 
          
          
          
          

The end of tragedy. 
          That was supposed to be the end. 
          Yet the white and black solulete of yours, hunting me like tormented spirit. 
          The regret of not holding onto it. Not escaping. 
          Would you've been here next to me, than staring, than keeping falling, keep bleeding. 
          If I didn't give up, would've you been here? 
          The adult you, is my termour. 
          The younger you, is my peace. 
          The flower, is smudged withing my papers of your face. 
          The glitch of living and dead, burning my eyes. 
          Suffocating the wound of my neck. 
          The parasite embracing my living back. 
          The last living warmth of those lips, ongoing like a broken record. 
          Live with those numbers 89/70.
          I lived. 
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          (AHHHHHHHHHH I GOT THE INSPIRATION FROM THE NEW UPDATE OF ALIEN STAGE. And if you understand the number hehe, don't hate me, mwahh, love ya too. But no honestly I feel bad for Till man, I still hope idk Ivan is aliveee bruh. Hes aliveeee no one is changing ma mind. I really had to write this omg <3)

At each steps, the flicker of the pages echoed. 
          The written words, fading into scribbles. 
          The maisonettes against the fate that are read through by readers. 
          The regret of each sentence pasted into the blank screen. 
          It's not in my hand's anymore, rather it's the readers. 
          What have I done? 
          I burnt the irreversible.
          The fate prisoning with my own letters. 
          Burn the system. 
          No, block revenge. It's too late. 
          It caught me. 
          I caught it. 
          Blame who? Blame me? Those characters? The system? Blame her, why have I underestimate you. 
          Erase you, too late. 
          Trap you. Too late. 
          I am the poison of this world, though is my creation
          I am poison to her. 
          I beg you, bring me back. I miss them. 
          I will change them. 
          
          
          (HEHEHE it's the author's pov. I thought of writing something about her, cause why nottt. I was doing this chapter and I suddenly got few ideass, I am sharing this one but won't share the other one. That would deff spoil it. I do have a pov of the other character tho butt I already shared it previously. I did make more of hers cause she gives some inspirationn. Won't share them until I go further into the storyy)