A needed love to quench the thirsty feeling of a sore soul for 22,000 years.The heart is pale and dead yet the gene it possesses, is still longing for a love like oxygen; the gin to awaken this heart from death's dungeon and put it back to its li...
Not a room only strolled at heaven. While the clock was rumbling at seven. Tick-tock, it was calling in a shrill cry; a shirtless egg laying on the foamy sky. Him, the worry-free little guy, wearing a smile no one could ever buy.
In a deep sweet sleep, he heard alarm, beep! beep! beep! His head still laid on the pillowy clouds, untangling himself from sheet of dreams, until he heard their screams.
Beneath an eerie, needle-like mountain, his friends stood, showing him a road pattern. They were cheering as he did a cat walk, descending heaven fast with legs of a rock.
On the soft grass which caressed his feet, a blindfold sat quietly where he and his friends often meet. They tied it on his eyes for a great surprise. His heart tickled, making him laugh like he won a prize.
In the woods they asked, "are you ready?" He said" yes ", with his whole body. His friends led him to a station. He followed with no hesitation.
On the narrow road to his secret, they passed through a discrete street. Sneaking away, he was abandoned on the road. The universe wondered,"could he be bold to bear his past and its load?"
Reaching where buses stopped, to the ground, his jaw dropped. The wind had blown off his blindfold, exhibiting a truth he was never told.
Dead posters of his mother spread like sand. Since then, his heart wore scars no one could ever sew with a hand. At the station which pulled him to darkness's gravity, there was no car which could ever drive him back to sanity.
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