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I saw you standing there. But you didn't notice me. The wind blew your hair. As you dove into the sea. I followed you down. Into the navy deep. I had cast off the crown. Given you a heart to keep.
Today, you broke my heart, said you wanted to be apart. I didn't have any god damn choice, for you wouldn't hear my voice. The usual, it's not you but me, how stupid and blind could I be.
This is going to be hard for you guys to read. I just know it. You're gonna be begging for the next part. *Drew's POV* "Under stress.
Trust was kind,. When a little young kid,. Saw just one face,. While the other one hid,. Trust knew Nice,. Or so it seemed,. But put his trust,. Into a fiend,. Nice was not,. With thought out guise,.
Ext. Above the pier, barren road leading to a back alley - midday The man cuts diagonally across the street into a back alley, Karl right by his side.
At this point in the story, I shan't lie, I was in tears. My eyes jumped back and forth, Joey then the knife, Joey, knife, Joey, knife. Joey looked straight into my eyes. I looked straight back.
#augustwriteaday Run, little one You jumped the gun Went too fast And never won Run, don't look back Take up the slack That lovely sunny blue Is turning pretty black Run, look what you've done Stage...
Chapter 2 My two older sisters Kristina and Arlana shared a room at the opposite end of the hall. Kristina was the oldest. She was eight and Arlana was seven . I was the baby.
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Stuart James Arthur Thomkins was 34 years old. He had spent most of his childhood in borstal homes and most of his adult years in prison.
A life of greed and hatred, a life of morally accepted crimes. Only accepted by yourself.
#nightdwellers Sweat dripping down my face, Running - Running at an ever increasing pace, Shadows are old friends that hide me, Around every lamp-post past every tree...
#household @misslittleDHP. I wear a knife strapped to my wrist,. A cold, glass blade of ice,. I hold it in my pale fist,. And aim it, quite precise,. One strike, it takes,. To bring her down,.
#Household Knife called love. We insisted to play silly games with love. Neither of us knew what we were thinking of. You'd threaten, you'd scream and you'd shout.
"You're here." "I'm here." "Okay... That's weird. You're here. Why were you not here... Then here?" I hug Sephy quickly and step backwards.
It was stupid. Really goddamn stupid. He pursed his lips together, frowning down at me in disdain. I didn't see it. I didn't notice that faint, yet sinister twinkle in his eye.
He throws down the devil On the board as his dice, Doesn't choose black or red Both will suffice. Using clubs, spades and diamonds To win all the hearts And pile them up In his house of cards.
Chapter 2 Her frail body was collapsed amongst shattered glass and rubble, yet she looked so peaceful.
A single red spot in the snow I can see down below When I look from my window up here on the 23rd floor.
#household. Cigarette smoke in the air. Runs fingers thru his tousled hair. At blank page he'll sit and stare. The poets outfit he will wear. A tortured soul in so much pain.
The Emptiness 10) Part 10- To Scared By An Owl Annabelle watch with me, as the sun leaves the sky, as I watch your lips lie. How did we up fighting anyway. Each day passing by I need you by my side.
" don't go," I cried.
'Hello. This is 999 What is your emergency. Which service do you require. Where are you currently. There's a man inside your house. Tell me is he armed.
@sjw #household "They're fabulous, darling, a work of art, I can see that they came straight from your heart.