She always thought that being lonely was the worst feeling in the world, but as it turns out being with people who make you feel alone is much worse.
Recently she found herself feeling more and more alone, surrounded by people that she had knows for an eternity.
She was living this lie, but it was killing her. Her life was a chain of mistakes, one after the other. Continuing through out her life.
And that chain was sealing the breath from her lungs, slowly wrapping its way around her throat and her chest and suffocating her.
There was only one person who could undo that chain and she couldn't have him.
Sure it was wrong of her. Falling in love with another man while she was claiming to love the one she had. But love is not predictable. Love is dangerous and it tricks people.
Love hurts. And now it was hurting her. He was her saviour and she couldn't have him.
And so she goes to bed every night dreaming of a world in which she is his, and he is hers.
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A book I'll never, ever write
RandomA book of excerpts, of ideas and stories, Of feelings and thoughts. Of things I'll never enhance, Of things that don't need to be completed To make sense, to evoke feeling. A book of things that every single Person has felt At one point or anoth...
