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The Horror of Our Love This was the end. My hands gripped the safety railing as slips of paper fluttered about me, their lustful words flying out to the ocean. I let them, glad to see them go. The grass rattled on the tombstones behind me. The drought had dried out all vegetation, leaving the town brown and hollow.The Horror of Our Love5 years ago in Horror More Like This
It didn’t matter anymore. There was no one else. He had killed them all in an effort to reach me.
I was all that was left; it would only be a matter of time before he found me. I stood gazing out at the sea. Goose pimples raised my flesh and I crammed a hand against my forehead in an effort to stifle my mind. Something slapped my ankle and I jump
I'm fine.Why do people keep telling me I'm quiet and shy?I'm fine.3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I'm fine.
Why do people keep telling me I'm a stupid loser?
I'm fine.
Why do people keep asking me if I'm okay?
I'm fine.
Why do people keep wanting to help me?
I'm fine.
Why do I keep lying to myself?
I'm fine.
Am I really okay?
I'm fine.
Do I actually need help?
I'm fine.
Why do I keep lying to myself?
I'm fine.
I hate those words so much.
I'm fine.
They are a lie.
I'm fine.
I'm really not okay.
Not okay.
But who will listen and who will care?
I'm not okay.
UnconditionalUnconditional2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
“There's nothing wrong with you baby.”
“Then why do they all pick on me?!”
“They just don't know any better.”
“Well can't someone enlighten them?! I'm sick of living like this!”
“It doesn't matter what they think sweetheart.”
“I know! I don't know why I still care but...”
“I promise you, it'll get better.”
“How do you know...?”
“Look at me baby.”
“...”
“You're perfect just the way you are.”
“There's got to be something wrong with me...”
“No baby. Who you love
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