Vanessa was the reason I left him.
She was beautiful. More beautiful than any woman of my species. Her complexion and grace humbled me. I couldn't even stand to be near her. There was something unsettling about her, there on his wall. She was just so beautiful, and yet, he had killed her. And nobody blamed him.
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I have butterflies in my stomach already... )
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gave me the indicatory shivers that marks a fantastically written piece.
i don't know why but i thought it vaguely had some risen christ undertones...you know the whole nails through your wrist thing. maybe it's just because i'm in the middle of some theology homework.
nevertheless...that's very much so art.
p.s. i'm adding you as a friend
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Theology homework does tend to do that to you. I've found religious undertones in coffee milk when doing theology homework. It just puts you in that mindset...
Much love~
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Beautifully written, and a stab at the end that's perfectly crafted.
Added ya'... :)
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