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The strain of the ropes was leaving a red burning mark over his wrists. He tried to get out of them but a cold heartless laugh told him he wasn't leaving.
She went off her rocker. After he left her, after he took her baby she could face reality anymore. After all the panic attacks and angry outbursts she simply lost her mind.
They walked in the cold room, tears falling down soft cheeks, holding hands and not talking. They looked in each other's eyes with only one thought in mind. That painful terminal thought driving them to jump.
The sweet high from the drugs was making her see mirages in the window's frost. The white snowflakes dancing in the wind like sand in the dessert.
Everybody has a shell. Everyone hides under one. Humanity is a big sea of shells.So, why should it matter? Why do I keep listening to society? Why do I punish myself this way?
Were these the wrong signals I was sending? I mean come on how hard it is to land a plane on the field. Apparently too hard because it almost ran me over. On the bright side now I know how a plane looks underneath!
There went the little lamb. There it went in the woods. But the woods were dark and scary why did not the little lamb see that? There went the little lamb. There it went in the beast's mouth.
The world was playing one big game. Was it deadly? Yes! But John loved it. He wanted to play however he wasn't blind to the way the politicians were giving them a treat for every trick they played on humanity. Oh, yes! This game was amazing.