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You ask me what I wish for and all I can think is that I wish I never had to see those beautiful serial-killer lips ever again slay another heart with those magnificently deceiving and brutally misleading words of heartbreak and lost love and false hope.
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She stares at me from across the room and says "I can see those silent clockwork thoughts in that beautifully twisted mind of yours. Will you ever share them with me?" And all I can do is shake my head breathlessly and tell her I'm sorry but I can't even share them with myself.
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There is a magnificent beauty in the sound of the never-ending, heart-wrenching silence of your constantly blackening soul. Sometimes I wonder if it hurts to be so colorless and possibly dead. But then I remember that you made me that way once too and I find comfort in knowing that you did it to yourself and that it wasn't me that killed you.
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It used to frighten me that you thought daisies were beautiful as they started to die, wilting in the heat and their delicate petals crumpling on the table top because of the lack of air and freedom. You said it reminded you of me and that you still thought I was beautiful even though I was doomed to be forever hopelessly trapped within myself and the pain of what I thought was love.
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That pretty blonde-headed girl you used to fancy so much, her favorite color was always white, you know. She told me once that it wasn't anymore because she didn't deserve it to be. It stood for everything she used to be; beautiful and hopeful and curious and eternally innocent. But she says she was painfully mislead and sorry to be a fool because now she only deserved sad colors like brown and gray and black because those are the colors her heart was charred by you. You and your stupid fingers laced with white-hot emptiness and poison-oak love that made her bleed happiness until it all ran out and you said your fingers had run cold and cured, but it was only enough for you. So she said goodbye to her purity, her innocence, her chance to love again, and to you.
-Sarah Lee.
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She stares at me from across the room and says "I can see those silent clockwork thoughts in that beautifully twisted mind of yours. Will you ever share them with me?" And all I can do is shake my head breathlessly and tell her I'm sorry but I can't even share them with myself.
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There is a magnificent beauty in the sound of the never-ending, heart-wrenching silence of your constantly blackening soul. Sometimes I wonder if it hurts to be so colorless and possibly dead. But then I remember that you made me that way once too and I find comfort in knowing that you did it to yourself and that it wasn't me that killed you.
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It used to frighten me that you thought daisies were beautiful as they started to die, wilting in the heat and their delicate petals crumpling on the table top because of the lack of air and freedom. You said it reminded you of me and that you still thought I was beautiful even though I was doomed to be forever hopelessly trapped within myself and the pain of what I thought was love.
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That pretty blonde-headed girl you used to fancy so much, her favorite color was always white, you know. She told me once that it wasn't anymore because she didn't deserve it to be. It stood for everything she used to be; beautiful and hopeful and curious and eternally innocent. But she says she was painfully mislead and sorry to be a fool because now she only deserved sad colors like brown and gray and black because those are the colors her heart was charred by you. You and your stupid fingers laced with white-hot emptiness and poison-oak love that made her bleed happiness until it all ran out and you said your fingers had run cold and cured, but it was only enough for you. So she said goodbye to her purity, her innocence, her chance to love again, and to you.
-Sarah Lee.
What an original title, eh? Another collection of things I wrote at work, the same day. And again, fictitious, which to me and my brand of writing, is refreshing. 
2-5-09.
2-5-09. © 2009 - 2024 TrueWriterS99
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i like the explanation of the blonde and the colour white