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Even pages full of words and letters will feel empty if left in the dark for too long. So I'll write this one so the world can remember how the same words can feel soo very different when spoken by another.
Alienating as it sounds to me. How disappointed the girl I am must feel when I tell her
"I hurt some one."
"Not intentionally!" She would protest,"I would never!"
Looking over at me, expecting me to nod in agreement. Only to be met with absolute silence. I hurt someone because it made me feel happier. I hurt them to the point they shivered and bowed. I felt superior. 'so this is what it feels like. To be needed.'
Oh my, was it divine. The adrenaline, the powess, the ability to change someone's day by a simple glance over the shoulder.
Oh they need me. They can't ever leave me.
The girl beside me looked at me, she was bound and tapped. But she looked at me and I felt my back burn through her gaze.
Till there was nothing left.
She took control of this virus, beating it out.
I hurled out this parasite and sat in agony, alone. Yes, alone. How could they ever love someone so hideous.
"They're anxious. They need you. You don't need them. You made them feel like you're the only one for them, you made them dependent on you. You wanted them to make you feel good. You lied, straight through your teeth you lied. You never needed them. You have no right to keep them. You, who are becoming the man you hate by the day."
There was a loud bang. A shattering of glass. Absolute mayhem. But then alas
There was silence
The silence that seeped through your skin and into your bones. The silence that brought down it's jaws, spiked your lungs, gagged you.
The merciless kind of silence.
You, who make them dream then snatch it away.
What an abomination she is.
What abomination is she?
The type to hurt you, then make you love her. She makes the hurt feel god-sent, so the rest of your life you remember her as an ideal you could never reach.
Pity her. She's never known what they gave her.
Pity her, you who is meant to, for truly there is nothing more pitiful then a girl who believes hurting another was for better of two hearts.
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