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what you have done for meYou wrote your name on the walls of my heart,
as a capricious and stubborn child
that draws on the walls to get noticed
You have drawn a safe route in the stormy seas of my emotions
You have broken down the wall that I had built to defend myself from my fears
that wall was my weapon of defense, but it was also my jail
But you came along, and made me free.
now my emotions are like wild horses held in captivity for too long, finally free again
They will not let recapture...
...because who has known the prison would prefer die than go back in chains!
And I don't know if this freedom is an opportunity or whether it's a condemnation,
but I only know that there's nothing more beautiful and frightening
of the love I feel for you.
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
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