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The girl had a tattoo of an anchor. "I refuse to sink," the text underneath said. Someone tied her to an anchor and threw her in the ocean. She sank.
We built this relationship brick by brick. Together. We thought it would last forever. And so we kept building. But we forgot to stay on the same side of the wall.
Lights. A spotlight shines down upon you, following your every movement. Camera. They're watching you. Action. Waiting for what you'll do next. Better make it good. Better entertain. Or they'll call cut.
He kissed me. Out of nowhere. It was magic. I went from hating his guts to being completely, irrevocably in love and from that day on there was no turning back.
Darkness. Emptiness. Cold. Fear. Trapped. Trapped in the same old cave as before. Lonely. Reaching. Calling out. He's not there. He doesn't care. Screaming. Top of my lungs. Falling.