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“Trust you to trust Someone like me,” she bites back Her eyes glaring with a hollow where her faith in herself Should’ve been. If she were a god She’d be an atheist. “I don’t see myself Being anywhere but here with you.” Silly, silly boy who’d put her on a pedestal so high even she Couldn’t climb it. If she were a god He’d be a fanatic. “I’ll do you nothing But harm. You’ll be covered in scars By the time I’m done with you.” Worthless. She felt worthless She wished she could make him Happy. She can’t. Never. He took his arm and Brushed it against a sharp edge, blood Dripping relentlessly. She gasped, “What the **** You– are you Suicidal? Because even I’m not That ****** up, seriously.” He chuckled dryly, stepped Towards her, smearing blood on the sleeve Of her wedding dress. The warm breath on her reeked of sincerity For once. “Trust me,” he whispered, “You’re worth suffering for.”
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Mar 5, 2014
Mar 5, 2014 at 11:01 PM UTC
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“Trust you to trust Someone like me,” she bites back Her eyes glaring with a hollow where her faith in herself Should’ve been. If she were a god She’d be an atheist. “I don’t see myself Being anywhere but here with you.” Silly, silly boy who’d put her on a pedestal so high even she Couldn’t climb it. If she were a god He’d be a fanatic. “I’ll do you nothing But harm. You’ll be covered in scars By the time I’m done with you.” Worthless. She felt worthless She wished she could make him Happy. She can’t. Never. He took his arm and Brushed it against a sharp edge, blood Dripping relentlessly. She gasped, “What the **** You– are you Suicidal? Because even I’m not That ****** up, seriously.” He chuckled dryly, stepped Towards her, smearing blood on the sleeve Of her wedding dress. The warm breath on her reeked of sincerity For once. “Trust me,” he whispered, “You’re worth suffering for.”
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Mar 5, 2014
Mar 5, 2014 at 11:01 PM UTC
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