abnerhernandez
I am sinking my teeth on a steak. This stake is full of protein. Protein is the building blocks of building muscle. Muscle means getting stronger. So forgive me, but I must be sinking my fangs on your flesh. Your demise means my survival. I am sorry that Mother Nature did not brief you on the rules" I bite, you hurt.
I had not talked to you for a couple of weeks after you broke up with me. Your version of breaking up was basically telling me and letting me down "easy." It's not you and its me! you said. I saw you walking after class and you were obviously going to an intended location. Your feet were guiding your tight jeans and long hair persona to a classroom full of prospects. And when you saw me, I noticed you. Your heart sank and your body shook violently. Why? Because you did not want to run into me. I saved face and asked you how you were only to hear a pathetic response. And your face gave it away. You hated me. Or perhaps you hated the moment. I turned around and let you admire my tight ass and back as I walked away on you mid sentence. My heart was sinking but there was no way in hell I would let you see that.
I have sixty seconds to hopefully write something smart about this word: Sinking. The truth is that sinking fucking sucks. Who in the world could ever write something witty and revealing about this God-forsaken world. If you sink, you are dying. Sinking means you are finished. I sink every time I look at you and your eyes look back but never really lock.
ah! This poison that snares my mind and enslaves me can provide me with a moment of clarity. When it intoxicates me and envenoms me whole, only then do I know exactly who I am and what I long for.
the thread that links my being and entity with your soft-pearl skin and your tender bosom will never be severed.
your kiss strikes as lightning does; it boils my skin and heats up my chest. The energy tingles on my lips and your wet tongue soothes them. You are kissing him instead as you close your eyes. Jealousy is my lightning strike. Jealousy.
Her illness is taking her from me. She does not see and does not care. Her eyes are swollen with denial. I love her but she can't understand it. She rejects me. She pushes me away. I long to save her but she wont let me.
Illness is my greatest strength. It keeps me wanting to be better and to be saner. It transforms me and humbles me. This illness was the beginning of my greatness.
I am Ill today because my body has given up. I must push it to the limit and eliminate the sickness that envelops me. I am my worst enemy because I sabotage me. I am ill but I love it. I can never rescue myself. Illness is too great.
snow flakes are dancing on this november twentysecond day. I tried to eat some but i was walking like as if I was trying to eat something invisible in mid air... i'm sure of it.
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