domingo, 14 de agosto de 2011

Spit the vile breath.. Think it's all gone?

Punish me! - She said (with tears flooding her eyes), for all the sins I never did, for all the wrong thoughts I ever had, for all the smiles I should have given and kept to myself afraid something good would bring something really bad to balance.







I don't need to do that - He replied, (as natural as if this was a normal conversation), You already did that yourself, you dwell in anger for others and yourself, those shackles that bound you to the ground when you know you should be somewhere else..
Those are the shackles you built with your own hatred..
For yourself and for others!


And he left taking with him her hopes and dreams like others before him.


And she did the same as usual.
Deleted everything that reminded her of him and cried a lot, had some vengeful thoughts, cried some more and cursed her inability to be loved.




The End

(until the next one..)

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