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how many hearts did you break while sparing yours

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❝They say, if you lie and lie constantly, you can get away with any lie. It's quite simple: talk always, talk everywhere, talk as if satan himself made a bet on your silver tongue. Stilinski is a niagara of chatter, faithful servant of rhetoric, the main succubus of verbiage. 
          Stiles lies to everyone, tearing his throat with a carefree laugh and hiding bloody smile in the pillow.
          He would be happy to tell...❞

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I open my eyes, trying to catch my own gaze. And you know what I see there? Emptiness. Thin face, pale skin, dark circles under the eyes. I want to sleep, but sleep does not bring strength. Because He takes everything: my strength, my knowledge, my thoughts, my life, Me.
          And this will not be enough for him anyway. 
          I study my reflection and I see nothing, only emptiness. There is no emotion, no soul, no life. There is nothing. I turn on the cold water and wash my face, and then return to the room and, without closing the windows, I go to bed.
          I close my eyes and know in advance that sleep will not bring me relief.
          I close my eyes so that the one who will open them the next instant will be Him.
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          What is my point? || Nogitsune Stiles Stilinski

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Frank's fingers are tighter than the anchor. Let it be a moldy, rusty anchor that collapses with every beat of the heart. The inevitable fall slows down. just because of one word he painfully croaks.
          Neville...
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          Rabbit hole || Alice Longbottom