Not in the act of ability , to recognize you still sat on a chair. In the most dark room of your house. Being the most thoughtful person of your house. You sat in that same chair you and him used to share, you think weather you should let him go or not….Its hard to forget the one you really love, and have shared limited times with….As darkness overtakes, A dark shadow appears. And takes over your heart. She thinks of what she has done. While you are depressed you find a notebook, and a pencil. You start writing without thinking that you are really writing. When you come out, the love is still inside you. But hatred is one of your emotions. You read what you wrote and you find the most horrifying picture, and a story….A picture where you and him were dead….You drop the notebook and start crying, trying to fight the tears, you keep writing. But the tears are hard to fight. You again read what you wrote, you read and this time it’s a poem, you wrote a love, and depressed poem. But one thing you find out. Is that when you are pissed, or depressed, you poetic and dark evil outrecherous side. But in the end he was never for you at all.
IN A LOVE FIGHT YOU MUST NEVER GIVE UP AND YOU HAVE TO BE VERY PERSUASIVE….Or else you’ll loose him….
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