More Rubbishness
Yet another pathetic short composition when I'm supposed to be doing 13 more character sketches x_x
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She was crying her soul out and he was a forbidden spirit while I was dying on my tombstone- alone, empty, and awake.
He was coming for me and nothing and no one could stop him.
Not even I, the owner of this psyche, the creator of my story; no, I couldn’t stop fate from advancing towards me. I could never stop him from swallowing my soul and burning me to ashes; I am just a frail doll still attached to the endless strings of my memoirs.
I anticipate as I watch him move towards me from afar. Slowly- very slowly, he floats like a tormented ballet dancer whose heart had been hurt. I watch him as he crave for the untarnished form ready for surrender.
Surrender. It made me feel like a warrior left alone in the territory of the enemy. I should be discreet, should be careful, and should be dead.
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She was crying her soul out and he was a forbidden spirit while I was dying on my tombstone- alone, empty, and awake.
He was coming for me and nothing and no one could stop him.
Not even I, the owner of this psyche, the creator of my story; no, I couldn’t stop fate from advancing towards me. I could never stop him from swallowing my soul and burning me to ashes; I am just a frail doll still attached to the endless strings of my memoirs.
I anticipate as I watch him move towards me from afar. Slowly- very slowly, he floats like a tormented ballet dancer whose heart had been hurt. I watch him as he crave for the untarnished form ready for surrender.
Surrender. It made me feel like a warrior left alone in the territory of the enemy. I should be discreet, should be careful, and should be dead.