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Every time I spoke her name, poison filled my mouth. The wisps of blood red smoke could almost be seen, flowing past my lips and into the air surrounding me. But this poison was sweet, you see. Not any person, not even myself, was able to identify the toxin, and I continued this way until I was infected all the way to the marrow of my bones. It was a beautifully destructive process.
She was horribly missed. Every single move I made, I saw her somewhere within my field of vision. In the morning's sky, she was every single cloud. In the night's sky, she was the moon and all the stars dusting the great above. At my office, her face was imprinted on every single paper, her voice was calling out to me each time I picked up the phone, her eyes shining through the dark color of my coffee. It made my bones ache, my muscles weak, and my stomach lurch. I hated missing her.
His hair fell across his face delicately, and his movements were light and smooth like a deer's. Everyone he passed by couldn't help but stare as he passed, entranced by the slightly unorthodox beauty. Everything about the boy seemed innocent, yet there was a sparkle in his eyes that spoke an entirely different tale. He felt like a monster.
I want to succeed. Now, by succeed I don't mean that I want to take over the world, have an abundant amount of money, and honestly, I don't even want to have the spotlight on me. In fact, I'd rather stay hidden. But in succeeding, I want to find inner peace. I want to accept myself for everything I am and everything I'm not. I want to stand tall and proud, even if it's just within the confinements of my own home.
Tap, tap, tap. Ashes fell from the cigarette, and I pulled my hand up to my mouth to inhale another puff of toxins. I repeated this for minutes upon minutes everyday. Puff, blow, repeat. Repeat, repeat, repeat. I had never meant to grow addicted to such a dirty habit, but everything around me was falling apart, so why shouldn't I break as well?