WrathAh, the joy that comes with anger. An impossibly liberating emotion, really. Unappreciated, condemned, but oh so glorious. The times that have passed see anger, and hatred, put aside in the hopes that peace and beauty may flourish.Wrath
But anger is beautiful. Feeling it coursing through your veins, the surge of power that comes with the purpose. The intensity of such a feeling, the clarity and purity of aggression. To know that anything is possible, that you need only think in order to destroy. The ability to cure yourself of any and every pain in your soul and life.
A quickening heart beat. Shortness of breath. Clenchin
UntitledEverything I thought I was Everything I thought I needed. Everything is lost.Untitled
Evrything I am is fleeting.
In two seconds everything changed In a millisecond you ran away. In half a second I wished you'd come back. And in one and a half seconds I started to crack.
You asked me what I wanted. So of course I told the truth. Now those words keep me haunted. I should have added how much I really do need you.
It's a loss and I won't get it back. It's a cause that I'm fighting for pointlessly. It's a hope that shouldn't be a thought. It's
You need to take new pictures.
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I would give everything for some hope. Are you different, could I be different, too?
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