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crush
I will crush my opponents. I will tear them down and leave them hanging by bear threads. But that's more than just crush right? There's that feeling when you see him. The way your stomach feels as though you've swallowed a thousand butterflies and your blood is made of fire, not...blood. The way your cheeks burn and you wish you had ice. Or at least...wish you could turn your head. But he draws your gaze.
cells
Cells...solitary. Solitary confinement. These words rang and echoed through my mind. Why was I in here? I looked around at the small box, feeling the walls start to close in on me. The cold from the cement floor seeped through my jeans, penetrating and freezing my blood. I put my head in my hands, shivering slightly. What had I done? Why was I here? Suddenly, the lights turned off.
held
He held me tightly, as I rested my head against the arch of his collar bone. His hands delved lower, but not too low - resting in the small of my back, holding me close. The other cupped my head, keeping me pressed against his strong chest. His arms were warm. His breath was soft. His whispered words graced my ears like a soft tune. I started to drift, as I clung tightly to his shirt, refusing to let go.
belief
I believe in a lot of different things. I believe in unicorns. I believe in the pots of gold at the end of the rainbow. I believe that this world will end soon, within the lifetime of my generation. But other people don't necessarily share my beliefs. This is why I share. This is why I write. So that people will know. And when they know, they might too believe.
wonder
I wonder why the sky isn't pink What if it was? What if the clouds were made out of cotton candy? I wonder, I wonder... I wonder what I would be like if I was two dimensional I wonder what'll happen to me in the future Wondering... It makes you think, doesn't it? It makes you...wonder Well, I guess that's the point of wondering. To look at the world and to imagine how it could be different. Maybe that's why I like writing fiction. Because then I don't have to wonder. I can create the world I imagine ours would look like if every wondering thought that ever crossed my mind made it onto paper.
smile
Smiles all around, braces, full of teeth, closed lips Everybody smiles sometimes some people just have different ways of doing it There are some who smile with our hearts some who smile with our eyes some with lips and mouths, and cheeks Some of us don't Some of us hate it Or at least Some of us think we hate it Smiles are healthy Smiles are beautiful They're bright yellow spheres with black spots They are a way of showing happiness So.... Smile
train
Train. Chugga chugaa choo choo. Wheels on steel, loud they used to wake me up at six in the morning Not anymore I've gotten used to them kind of like my current situation They think that they're all powerful they know just what they can do but then... they flip and their world crashes and burns Trains. What odd things they are. They bring what is needed to those that need