Please let me live, is what I uttered. Where can I possibly go from here? Encapsulated in that look is a resounding feeling that this is last means of survival. Just surviving.
Sometimes that indecision is comforting, wandering in the realms of possibility. As each enchanted feeling diminishes, we lay there with your two personalities trying to silently deliberate which is the saviour.
Sculpting a piece of pure heart comes with a serpentine bite to my soul. Bitter flavours in my mouth, start to take their deadly toll. Gasping and gasping, I breath in two lungs full of your toxin, your volatile smile is as beautiful as I always dreamed. I drift away contented and not cheated of a single thing.
-For Violet
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