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| more lyrical writing bullshit.
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her lips trembled with unspoken words; a flood of them trembling at the edge of her lips, but she bit them back. swallowing them like bile.
the room was quiet, still; frozen. she blinked, wondering if time had stopped. then he turned away from her, his head lowered. the words began to fight their way up her throat but she fought those back as well. she wouldn't say anything. not anymore.
"i'll be back later." was all he said. it was all he seemed to say. pain began to grow in her palms as the door closed, and she realized her nails had begun to dig into the flesh. standing, she made her way into the kitchen, the dinner she had made untouched. a flutter of unease rose up in her chest but she stuffed it away as she flicked off the lights.
laying in the empty bed, she gazed at the ceiling; one sentence running through her mind over and over as tears streamed from her eyes.
"nobody likes a child who complains; and i won't be that child anymore."
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their eyes met and he smiled; she had to force her own in return. he touched her cheek, fingers tracing down her neck and long her shoulder. she laughed, hollow and forced. his smile turned into a grin as he lead her outside towards his car. she stumbled over the doorstep, and he caught her. she should go home; she didn't want this. blinking up at the man who was urging her towards his car, she exhaled slowly and followed him. "you can sin or spend the night all alone," she mumbled to herself. | |
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| shuffle 15 songs, take a lyric from the song and weave a story out of them.
o1. bruce springsteen - i'm on fire
o2. rhcp - torture me.
o3. ugly casanova - pacifico
o4. voltaire - anniversary
o5. bright eyes - no title
o6. nin - ruiner
o7. nada surf - always love.
o8. blindside - she shut your eyes.
o9. justifide - escape.
10. m.i.a. - what i got.
11. ugly casanova - beesting.
12. trocadero - funny farm.
13. built to spill - reasons.
14. nirvana - on a plain.
15. m.i.a. - hussel.
there wasn't anything he wouldn't give to be with her right now. he couldn't remember why he'd allowed her to go away to school; was he mad?
at night i wake up with the sheets soaking wet and a freight train running through the middle of my head - only you can cool my desire.
she wrote to him of splendid things, of feeding starving children and finding religion in the temples; where he had found the bottom of the bottle and living off misery alone.
the will of god is standing still, brazilian children get their fill.
it was the end of the line, it was either him or the life she had grown to love. she wanted to stay; he wanted her back. he wouldn't let this happen... she had a choice: him or her new life. and he wept with the knowledge that she would never pick him.
so sharpen your teeth, or lay flat.
it had been almost a year since he'd seen her face and seeing it was like he'd never left her. she looked beautiful, maybe even more beautiful than he imagined. they had both agreed that their love was gone; but he knew it was a lie when their eyes met once more.
and they said this feeling fades, it gets stronger everyday. and they say that beauty fades, you're more beautiful than ever. | |
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