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IDKAnd I dont know
the world is coming to an end
but it's okay because I cant wait
to see how it burns
to see how we learn
I've never knew how to say it
but I can't explain,
I've never been one with apologies,
or any of this psychology.
All I know
is thats coming to an end
I can't explain,
but I cant wait to see
I cant wait to see.
I dont know
the world is coming to an end
or maybe it's a rebirth,
stuff like this tend to be.
I want to see
how it burns,
see how we learn.
And to move on.
I couldn't say the words,
I could only say what my heart said,
I could only say that you meant the world
when you actually burned it.
Took me in,
then killed me.
Yeah a great one.
I can't explain how it feels to be saying this...
But I can tell you...
I can't wait to see it burn.
I can't wait to see how you learn.
I've decided it wasn't my fault,
It wasn't my defaults.
So now that we've come to an end,
and theres nothing you can mend.
I've made up my mind,
I've taken this time,
to write thi
The Sacrifice - Shanked
Calleigh cried out as Hope pressed her hands to her eyes. They burned every time they had contact with something. She twisted and turned, begging for the pain to cease as Riddle and Twilight held down her arms. She didnt want them touching her, she wanted to curl up and die. Everyone else around her was, why not her? Hopes hands disappeared for a second and her agony ended for a moment before a new set of hands pressed hard against her eyes.
Stop! She shrieked, Please just stop it!
Calleigh, weve got to do this. Katys voice whispered from her left as a pair of hands held her head in place. Hope, how bad is it?
Really bad I cant heal this wound. There is a type of magic that has placed a sort of protection over them.
Protection? You mean curse. Riddle hissed.
No, a blessing and protection. To stop something from happening.
Galaxia just attacked her! You honestly t
To depression, for creating days without endWake up to the realization that you've been awake
for seconds, minutes, hours.
You've been awake in this warm, dark room
and you don't know how long it's been
but now you're conscious
and it starts again--
the pain, strong and steady, in your chest.
You gain consciousness in this too warm morning
and your thoughts whir in endless loops
because it's either that or face the weight in your chest.
Light breaks though the window, soft and unwelcome
but you take it as a reluctant gift--
a new distraction from the feelings awake in your chest.
Awake, but not conscious.
So you think yourself in circles a little while longer
waiting for those quiet pains
(the constant reminder)
to gain consciousness.
IowaIf you visit Iowa,
you'll call her fields empty,
but she wasn't born that way.
A part of her was carved out
when she was ripped between Virginia
and the purple mountains of New Mexico.
Her gold hair, she tore it out when she realized
it didn't make her a princess.
She laid her locks strung along every road
leading somewhere else.
White hairs on her cheeks
are scars from winter.
Her hair darkens with the dampness
of summer rains.
The storms are never silent,
but neither is life when there's a tear
in your childhood where
a parent ought to be.
I've been flooded by Iowa's sorrow.
The only way I can distract her from her own voided landscape
is if I hate myself harder than she cries.
She just wants to fly
and I want to bus or train,
not because I fear death, but because
I want to take living slow.
It's the only way I ever feel.
From the air it's hard to watch Earth's hips move.
But Earth can't compare to the country.
That's my girl.
Full grown even when harvesting season's j
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