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Seven."Tempt not a desperate man."Seven.
Boys, what is to be said? Women already preach of the difficulties of living with them. Women already preach of how different, yet the same they are.
Well boys to me, possibly because I am one, are seen differently. Depicted in a sense that I'm not lusting after everyone because I have a crush on one guy, but seen as either enemy or possible threat.
It's the way my brain was wired. But when you find that one friend, you know it. You feel it, and nothing can ruin it.
Except them.
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Philippe Hamilton, the guy with the black and whi
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Eight."Hysteria is impossible without an audience."Eight.
Sometimes I will find myself within myself, thinking, just thinking. Stumbling into that dark room-the dark cliché corner that is always mentioned, never warned of. The eaten away walls are written down with a skeptics words and a narcissist's love.
And at those sometimes, it's hard to find my way back to that singing, luring light. It's always so bright, but why would it chase further away?
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There are the vocals, chords, notes and strums clashing, banging, and fighting to reach that top. Top of that oh so very small fo
by ~Making-Disasters
Nine.“And although the taste had been bitter, he had liked it. Because it was his heart.”Nine.
This story that you may have come accustom to, the balance and scheming of it, to be exactly and precisely honest with you. You can never fully believe the author of a story—they are always holding something, someone, one word back from that actual moment in time. So who is there left to trust?
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He’s found them, he found the paints and oils and canvases of that beautiful face. Too beautiful to capture on a digital device, no something much more w
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Ten.“To every action there is an equal and opposite reaction.”Ten.
This is a story, a story about my life, my things and my being. These are the ten most important, highlighted events within my span of breathing and beating heart. And I am going to share them with you—in reverse, that is. --
“But think about it Lydia! It makes sense; it makes so much sense now!” Exclaiming my revelation so loud probably wasn’t too smart, or considerate being that she was sitting right there, whilst I paced around on carpeted grounds.
“He, he is so angry
by ~Making-Disasters
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