

ch-ch-ch-changes.Inside a smoker's lungs,ch-ch-ch-changes.
The sun doesn't shine quite right. Pain and smoke swirl around, A knife twisted painfully tight.
Each match struck may not be a deathwish. Every drag not a funeral vow. Maybe the sparks lay waiting, Wanting to quit, but just not knowing how.
There could be a hint of finality. Or maybe just don't care. Given up on stopping, on starting, Want to float away with the smoke, up in the air.
Or maybe just enjoy the temptation, Enjoy playing the fiery game. If you cut out a man's heart and replace it, He'll still le


rape.At least, after you stolerape.
my virginity, and trashed my body and mind, you left me with choices: Sleep, filled with nightmares of
your twisted face and bruising hands,
or Staying awake at night, thinking
of the agony, and how much I'd give to go back in time.
Hell, you even gave me the choice of
telling my parents now,
or waiting until they notice my stomach
a couple months from now.
How considerate of you.


NaNoWriMoIt began with a game of patty cake. The soft clap of a pair of hands, baby hands, pressing against another pair. The quick rhythm, counting over and over. Even though Jezebella and Mischa were both of young age, they could count quickly, repeating numbers and adding more, tapping their palms against each other's. It was a childish game, sure, but it passed the time as Jezebella's mother paid at the counter of the grocery store. They sat on the cold linoleum floor as receipts were exchanged, items were bagged, and shopping carts were piled high with brown paper parcels.NaNoWriMo
The difference between the two small girls was obvious. Nothi


MeI gave you a go, took a chance, took a try. You keep things hidden, but I prefer not to lie.Me
Things didn't work out. One-sided love wasn't enough. I thought that you'd be there when the going got rough.
But you weren't, you couldn't be the helping hand I needed. You promised you'd change, but still I begged and I pleaded.
'Please, that's enough, we gave it a go. We weren't sure what would happen, but now we know.
Things just didn't work out, we just didn't click. I'm dumping you, okay? Stop being a dick.
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