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Help me in this sea of memoriesHelp me in this sea of memories
Save me in the ocean of pain
Come to my rescue
Swim to my aid
Before I drown here
Before I fall
Praying to the God you've always denied"Oh! Watch out!" he shrieked at me.
I looked up, only seeing the large stone roof with cracks and bumps. It was a hue of gray that I'd never seen before. A kind of gray that made your insides feel empty and your soul feel lonely, that is the best way I could ever describe it.
"What, there's nothing here?" I squinted my eyes to look closely at the roof.
"Whaddaya mean 'there's nothing there?'! Oh by my father's grave, WATCH YOUR STEP!" his voice was in such a high pitch that I wondered if it would burst.
"There's nothing he-" CREEAAAK "What was that?"
"I'm telling you, look down for once, Freya." his voice, now barely a whisper, shivered.
I slowly turned my gaze to my feet and gasped when the sight hit me.
"Oh." I said, shocked. "You meant this."
I gestured to the floor.
I was standing in the middle of a large glass panel, and the sound had been the massive crack that traveled, not unlike a lightning bolt, from the edge into the middle, right in front of me.
The weight I p
A Week Of KissesA Week Of Kisses
The first day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your shoulder,
Well before I thought about your lips.
Because I don’t know what I am doing, firstly,
But more importantly,
It’s because I know things can spiral quickly,
If things start shifting
After we lay down the concrete.
So I kiss the foundation,
Before we reach the soil.
The second day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your elbow,
Because it holds together the touch
And the flex.
To exhibit it,
I must kiss the joint that bends
And combines us together.
The third day I told you I loved you,
I lay my lips to your temples,
As I learned about the temple of reform,
For the Youth in North America.
Kissing you there signifying I will protect you,
As well as your temple,
As we re-form, into something more.
The fourth day I told you I loved you,
I’d kiss you softly on your forehead.
Because that’s what holds your brillian
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