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I heard the whispers of the wind when I walked through the path. Every echo reminded me of misery, hurt, pain, disgust, lies, hates, love. I screamed in horror... I was scared to death. "Please leave me alone!" they laughed as I begged. I ran through the woods and found soft branches I can lean on. I sniff and shut my eyes; not wanting anyone to touch me. A squeak of noise escaped in the dark. I heard a laugh... my heart dropped and fainted. I was about to find my way out when a crow suddenly grabbed my leg! It touched me. It touched me. It touched my everything. I cried in hurt and pleasure. It felt good but it hurt. I tried to escape the touches of wings yet... I failed. I was horrified. I was scared. I was not able to let go. The pain enjoyed each and every moment. I cried in hurt and pleasure. Disgusted of the ***** of grass and twigs; disgusted of myself. It suddenly left without a word and I lied alone... blood shattered from below. I was dead.
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Jun 17, 2014
Jun 17, 2014 at 9:18 AM UTC
Defiant Reverie
I heard the whispers of the wind when I walked through the path. Every echo reminded me of misery, hurt, pain, disgust, lies, hates, love. I screamed in horror... I was scared to death. "Please leave me alone!" they laughed as I begged. I ran through the woods and found soft branches I can lean on. I sniff and shut my eyes; not wanting anyone to touch me. A squeak of noise escaped in the dark. I heard a laugh... my heart dropped and fainted. I was about to find my way out when a crow suddenly grabbed my leg! It touched me. It touched me. It touched my everything. I cried in hurt and pleasure. It felt good but it hurt. I tried to escape the touches of wings yet... I failed. I was horrified. I was scared. I was not able to let go. The pain enjoyed each and every moment. I cried in hurt and pleasure. Disgusted of the ***** of grass and twigs; disgusted of myself. It suddenly left without a word and I lied alone... blood shattered from below. I was dead.
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Jun 17, 2014
Jun 17, 2014 at 9:18 AM UTC
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