Hidden in a fall of leaves no one can see me. I prefer it this way, but it's a lonely exsistance. Something that I don't want, something that I can't like. A stone is placed over my head, it's black, black as my heart. A heart that no longer beats. That no longer pumps blood through my distilled body. My soul is cold, as cold as the wet grass over the dirt. No one comes to see me anymore, they forgot me long ago. The ones who love me are either dead or never cared about me. I did bad things when I was alive, but the one thing I never did was stop loving her. Even when she cast away her heart and threw me into a peril of uncontrolled love and hate. A frozen need that slowly ate away at my living heart and left me with nothing. A hollow space in my chest that filled with a kind of hatrid. A blindness that left me weak and used. I did the only thing that I could, I ended that bleakness. Now as I rest in my hollow grave, I can no more say I am happy with my decision than I was before. I am still torn with pain and hollowness, but now I can't move. I can't cry with it, nor sing in sorrow, or feel anything else but a hollow pain. Stuck forever in a spiral of darkness and love.
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it's for someone and she know's who she is.
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Ouch, I would hate to be whoever did this. This is dark and powerful and it holds so much sadness. I think the language is really good because you brought out a lot t hrough the language which made it all very dark, and even more powerful.
WritingFreebeginning: 5, language: 5, plot: 5, ending: 4, characters: 5.
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thank you. i am sorry it took so long to reply. i have been away. and my old com crashed.
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