"life is sweet," he whispered. "you don't notice it."
"life is a bittersweet nightmare, in which i run, run, run and never get to the goal. in which people will ignore me and then ask me favors. i don't even know why some get to live, if their lives will be shit." she said, already walking away from him.
he was danger.
he was the enemy.
the sweet enemy of her bitter life.
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monsters.
Random❝When we grow, we stop searching the monsters under the bed, instead, we search in our heads.❞ [other #161-10/25/13 ● spiritual #81 -01-27-14]
