Mattheo
Going back to the start always hurt.
Whether it was in a relationship, masterpiece or a dream.
Dreams hurt.
They lasted only a few seconds.
You could live in an alternate universe for those small, insignificant moments before you were back to the start of a day.
Significance.
Such an odd term.
None of us are truly important.
We are all just bits of dirt, wishing for a tree to plant it's roots into our souls, just minuscule grains of sand in a limitless beach, waiting for the sea to take us back into the vast ocean.
I hope the sea will take me back soon.
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A Life to be Loved
FanfictionLilith Black was ignored her whole life. Her father, Sirius Black didn't care about her, because she didn't give a fuck about the Order of the Pheonix, and countless other things. Lilith didn't like her father because he had been as distant and made...
