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She promisednherself she would find a solution. A solution to end her life, or to end her pain. But how could she? After she bared for so long, she dared gave up now. Her whole life led by unbroken promises she made to herself, by the mere illusion of somethig so unreal.
Teardrops buried in the ocean, left behind along with the heart breaking relationships that have never worked. Washed away with all the feelings that once invaded the shore of her soul.
A beautiful tattoo, embracing the upper part of her shoulder, telling a story never comprehended by anyone. Memories linger, voices whisper in my head. I should have never left her, I should have never forgotten all the promises once made.
I felt the raindrops falling down gingerly through my skin. But that was not important at the moment. I had so many things running through my mind I could barely calm myself down. Was it all worth it? Was my life worth living anymore? I felt myself trapped in the ghosts my imagination created.
A mass of thoughts gathered up in my head, haunting me, threatening my existance. Every day, every night I felt lonely, yet accompanied by the productions of my mind. I felt as if I were some place else, felt as if the ghosts inside my mind were about to consume me.
Soft skin lingered upon her body. The aroma of love felt so deeply it was almost unreal. She took a deep breath and felt joy, felt happiness. For once in her life did she felt this way...and it was all because of the wonderful being laying beside her...
Is it possible for me to fall in love with the wrong person? It may be, since my heart has been broken once again. Is it possible for me not to understand the ridiculousness of the situation? Is it possible for me to overcome my fears? Once again, that question stands unanswered in my mind.
The scene in which we found ourselves was quite ridiculous. She blamed her for everything they had ever done, but regretted not having done more. She somehow over reacted upon the situation not knowing she had harmed her feelings once more. How could she possibly be saying this?
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