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Seven lives to live

by irene_77cj

I smell an intruder, a spy in my house. Is he coming from the dark zone on a day it raines forever? Does he wants my seven tears or my smile? Or Yesterday’s days that made me cry? He woke me up, leaving traces in my nightmare, I was a sad soul in torment, he was my source of despair, but I knew it wasn’t my last evening on Earth, I confessed all my sins, since my mother gave me birth, thinking who’s going to win in hell if the mirror cracked, or tolls the bell? I stopped being the girl who plays with the fire, calling the devil in disguise a big liar, ‘cause he tried to promise me the heaven, but I still got my lives to live: seven!
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Written by
irene_77cj
48 / F / Romania
Published
Jun 19, 2018
Time
2m
Tags
#nightmare#torment#despair#intruder#heaven
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