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Once upon a time…by chance a common girl met a common boy after one night she told him that she knew knew what would happen: In a few weeks they'd be in love hopelessly and then as they grew together so would their love then they would get married but thats not how this story ends instead of growing together they grow apart they break up but still care for each other he tries to **** himself then buries himself in drugs she feels like the life is ****** out of her then buries herself in solitude ignoring and spurning all attempts to help months pass she finds someone to desperate or too stupid to see she's still in love with someone else Then once again they find themselves falling back in love but this time this time… everything is different after burring themselves they have changed have built walls to cower behind Neither of them see it He was the fuse lying in wait to be touched by her fire the only possible result was for everything to explode leaving nothing but ruins of memories, and confidences shared at the cost of two lives once intertwined
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Apr 20, 2014
Apr 20, 2014 at 11:10 PM UTC
Bedtime Story
Once upon a time…by chance a common girl met a common boy after one night she told him that she knew knew what would happen: In a few weeks they'd be in love hopelessly and then as they grew together so would their love then they would get married but thats not how this story ends instead of growing together they grow apart they break up but still care for each other he tries to **** himself then buries himself in drugs she feels like the life is ****** out of her then buries herself in solitude ignoring and spurning all attempts to help months pass she finds someone to desperate or too stupid to see she's still in love with someone else Then once again they find themselves falling back in love but this time this time… everything is different after burring themselves they have changed have built walls to cower behind Neither of them see it He was the fuse lying in wait to be touched by her fire the only possible result was for everything to explode leaving nothing but ruins of memories, and confidences shared at the cost of two lives once intertwined
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Apr 20, 2014
Apr 20, 2014 at 11:10 PM UTC
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