Why is it these days we put a price on everything. We are constantly wondering 'how much it is worth?' why can't we just love it...or hate it...whatever..
Don't be afraid of the shadows. They only mean there is light nearby-Amy Lee (not exact wording).
Who are you to do this. With no emotion left. The cold biting at your feet. And nipping at your hands. You do not care for him or I. You only wish to bleed us dry. To control us. To break us.
Here I was fully alone. I could feel the cold icy air as it it blew across this empty plain. And I think, is this really me. Am I this. This pathetic. This cold. So hated. I shake my head.