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M E | || |/____/ She is Alone
P A | || |\ \ ir file number 096
U L |____||____| |____| released 1.17.01
L I | || |\| | by PaperHeartCutOut
S T |____||____| |____| we're just fucking with your mind.
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Young lips bleed glossy pale-pink cries, yet no one hears her
whispering sobs. A vintage lavender skirt wraps her cheap discontentment
up like a wire ribbon around a broken gift. Reluctantly, she shuts her
blood-shot eyes and is blinded by the memories that invade her feeble mind.
Taking in the stolen past of grins and giggles, she holds fast to it. She
scrubs at her pain, but soap suds and disinfectant never could wash away the
tears like her first love.
Bruised sweater buttons and ribs, all purple and sore, break under
the heavy void, giving way to a new piercing penetration. Too weak to see
straight, she tries to amputate her soul, in hopes it will get rid of some of
the dead weight (but it doesn't). She tucks away her once happy smile that
cut through her face. Now she paints the silence with cherry-chapstick,
thinking that nobody will notice (but they do, they all do). Desperately she
chases after empty pleasure, finding nothing more than downcast glares upon
her thoughtless head. She envelops herself inside herself, never letting
anyone see more than skin deep.
She is alone.
Then hope comes, in the form of another. He knows he could love her
(and she does too). He warms her. She finds safety in his arms. Together
they teach each other. They grow. The search is over, what she was trying
to find all along, has found her. She feels he is the only thing that fills
her up, makes her whole... and maybe because she knows it is mutual is the
reason why she loves him more and more with each slow passing day...
For the first time she utters, "I love you," and comprehends the
depth of it all.
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