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All I see when I open my eyes is white.
All I see and feel when I close my eyes is red.
It surrounds me, constantly trying to suffocate me,
The enemy I can't see that eats away at me slowly, agonizingly.
Why do I have to go through this, why was I chosen to endure this suffering.
I see a light that shines brightly as the world fades.
I am finally free.
I feel no more pain.
Farewell, and thank you.
He has wavy, dirty blonde, jaw length hair. It looks so soft.
He has green eyes that gleam maturity and lawfulness.
He has the most adorable freckles scattered on a flawless, lightly tanned face.
A confident stride that shows pride and courage.
He has just the right amount of muscle, not too much.
Brown hair that is messy no matter how much I brush it.
Dull, almost lifeless, brown eyes that never focus on anything.
An uneven skin tone that is tan in one place and pale in another.
A unsure, overly-cautious stride that shows how weak I am.
He is perfect.
I am not.
It is not to be.
Leaving Southampton She was in the kitchen when he stumbled in noisily, tripping as he went past the shelves and catching the edge of the table to keep himself from falling.
Pretending not to hear the stream of curses that followed, she kept her eyes fixed on the dishes, letting her hand trail in the soapy water. There was a loud scraping of wood against grimy concrete as he drew a chair and collapsed into it. At this she looked up, and after a moment's hesitation, she said, unnecessarily, "You've been drinking."
He clutched his head and said nothing. He hadn't shaved in weeks and stank of sweat and alcohol; he looked much older than his eighteen years.
They sat in silence for a while. Then he announced, loudly, "Fuck."
She didn't bother to tell him off. She just waited. And jumped when he suddenly brought his fist down, hard, onto the table.
"Our lives here are s
Our DutyWe swallowed the path home
Because we were hungry,
Though starving is an ongoing
Story, an empty bag
Dancing in the streets,
Full of an unfastened voice
Walking through the house,
Wind unchained, heart admonished.
Heaven fills its eyes, crawls away,
That sleeping boat content to follow
The vacant waves, intervals
Of dying that we dare not interrupt,
And we watch the kind ear shrinking
From our charcoal docks; heaven
With a full stomach crawls away.
This is what we were put here for.
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