All_Unwritten #418: "the day I stopped believing"
Title: Seven Days.
Author: kingzgurl
Rating: PG
Word Count: 185
Summary: all_unwritten prompt the four hundred eighteenth: “The day I stopped believing”
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One.
The day I stopped believing in God was just a normal day. There was no brilliant revelation or epiphany, just life.
Two.
The day I stopped believing in family was the day I grew up. There was no celebration or excitement, just cold realization.
Three.
The day I stopped believing in other people was the day I realized that they weren’t worth it. There was no singular betrayal, just the accumulation of years.
Four.
The day I stopped believing in childhood fantasies was the day I began to rationalize everything. There was no more fiery imagination, just quiet calculations.
Five.
The day I stopped believing peace was a possibility was the day I lost my purpose in life. There was no longer the chance of making the world a better place, just my own insignificance.
Six.
The day I stopped believing in love was devastating. There was no one to come home to, just the cold sheets of a single bed.
Seven.
The day I stopped believing in myself was the day I died. There was no reason to left to live.
Author: kingzgurl
Rating: PG
Word Count: 185
Summary: all_unwritten prompt the four hundred eighteenth: “The day I stopped believing”
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One.
The day I stopped believing in God was just a normal day. There was no brilliant revelation or epiphany, just life.
Two.
The day I stopped believing in family was the day I grew up. There was no celebration or excitement, just cold realization.
Three.
The day I stopped believing in other people was the day I realized that they weren’t worth it. There was no singular betrayal, just the accumulation of years.
Four.
The day I stopped believing in childhood fantasies was the day I began to rationalize everything. There was no more fiery imagination, just quiet calculations.
Five.
The day I stopped believing peace was a possibility was the day I lost my purpose in life. There was no longer the chance of making the world a better place, just my own insignificance.
Six.
The day I stopped believing in love was devastating. There was no one to come home to, just the cold sheets of a single bed.
Seven.
The day I stopped believing in myself was the day I died. There was no reason to left to live.