My heart is filled with sadness as I write this. I blindly stare at the snow white paper, empty of words, and it reminds me of how empty I will feel inside in just a few more bleak hours. How can I feel anything else, but great anguish, when I know soon I will be gone? Gone, from the one person I have ever cared for, ever truly loved in all of my short-lived life? When I leave, when I leave I will be blinded. My guide gone from me as I am from her. Soon we will be apart, and my time of telling draws ever closer. She must know, she must know the truth of what I really am underneath the mask. When I reveal all, shall I be engulfed in further grief and pain? I have to tell her the truth. I love her too much than to keep her from the terrible truth. Even if it puts her in more torment. Is it right to I lie to keep her from pain? Yet I know I cannot. Soon my time will come. Will we still remain as close as we were, when she finds out that I am not as I am, when I remove this mask? This page is being filled with black ink, and I cant help feeling my heart is also turning black; I should have stayed away, to keep her from any more harm. But time cannot be reversed. What is done is done. I have pulled her in and only hurt can come of this. In a matter of hours, opinions shall change, tears shall be shed, and hearts will be broken. I know for sure these things shall happen to me, but will they to her? I do not want to see her cry. I do not want to hurt her. I care too much to lie, even if lies would be best. Tears fall on the page. They are already here. Small, insignificant, soon fade away. But they will return. They will come back in floods, my heart shall shatter when I know it should stay whole. I am not meant to care. Yet I cannot help it, and even though I am falling ever deeper into the pits of sadness, I am not the one paying the price. I pen the last words. I think about our last day. May our last day not be our last. |
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Comments
Or are you going to break up with her, or is that a made up scenario too?
It is beautiful by the way...
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"Nothing is easier than self-deceit,
for what each man wishes that he also believes to be true."
- Demosthenes
DARN EVERYTHING.
Thanks anyways
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I would totally read your novel, it sounds so interesting.
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"Nothing is easier than self-deceit,
for what each man wishes that he also believes to be true."
- Demosthenes
Good luck with your novels
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I will try to keep my Optimism and Enthusiasm up!
Have you finished your novel?
If you haven't then, I hope you finish it, and have fun doing so!
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"Nothing is easier than self-deceit,
for what each man wishes that he also believes to be true."
- Demosthenes
Good luck
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Awesome! Are you a successful Authour? I would totally read your Novels
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"Nothing is easier than self-deceit,
for what each man wishes that he also believes to be true."
- Demosthenes
Nice that someone shows interest
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I am 17 and I cant stand adults sometimes. The way they talk down to minors and how they think they are so smart, even though I understand the world better than most Adults.
(I have already realized how Hate is useless. I even wrote a philosophical blog on the subject of Hate being Useless. Majority of adults already have many people in there lives that they hate.)
Also how they don't trust or appreciate us like those publishers you are talking about. Some adults, not all. I am not a sterotyper.
well good luck on your novels
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"Nothing is easier than self-deceit,
for what each man wishes that he also believes to be true."
- Demosthenes
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