Unnecessary
warning: It's back... weirder than ever! Don't kill me if you don't get a thing. Coz, i have no idea what was going on in my head when i wrote this. This is written in somebody's POV. Should be an easy guess. ^_^
disclaimer: They don't belong to me. Too much money's involved.
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Someone had told me rules were meant to be broken. If they were, then why were they set in the first place?
There was once people thought sky was the limit. Then, technology proved them otherwise, colonies were built, beyond the sky, right out in space. Then, why the limit?
They kept praying for peace, humanity and happiness. Then, they were killed. So, why the praying?
I made a promise to myself not to trust anyone easily. Then, i believed somebody so strongly, i broke my promise. So, why make promises?
They had many talks about peace. Ways to aquire peace, means of compromising and withdrawal of war. However, war still went on. Then, why the talks?
There are many things in the world i came to realise. Those that made me cower. Fear that all i did will never result in anything. Being helpless, unable to stop whatever coming my way. Losing things i fought so hard to protect. Nothing to fall back on. Just the bad things.
When it happens, what could you do? Hurt, depression, constrain, deprivation, confusion, loss. Huants you hungrily, devours you ruthlessly. So painful, death thoughts seems more welcoming. The pain presses on, persistently.
But these are deep planted motivations. They drive your desperation. Your instinct to survive. Your fear of death. Your determination to live just gets stronger. There is a desperate scream inside, you are forced to face your fear to let it out. Because you believe, as long as you live, you get to feel them. But when you stop breathing, there will be nothing. Absolutely nothing.
I hide. I always do.
I run. I always do.
I fear. I always do.
I cannot even lie. And truth hurts like a bitch.
"Oi, you will die like this, you know."
"Ha. All will be fine. I don't die that easily."
Even death has abandoned me.
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a/n: *scratches head* It just gets weirder, doesn't it? If you still hadn't realised placing your hands in your pocket is a sign of insecurity, now you get it. I reposted these 2 chapters because i realised they were full of grammatic errors and didn't run as smoothly. The final 2 chapters would be longer and will finalised everything. (gonna be much longer than this.) Their grounds for friendship's more twisted than you think...
warning: It's back... weirder than ever! Don't kill me if you don't get a thing. Coz, i have no idea what was going on in my head when i wrote this. This is written in somebody's POV. Should be an easy guess. ^_^
disclaimer: They don't belong to me. Too much money's involved.
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Someone had told me rules were meant to be broken. If they were, then why were they set in the first place?
There was once people thought sky was the limit. Then, technology proved them otherwise, colonies were built, beyond the sky, right out in space. Then, why the limit?
They kept praying for peace, humanity and happiness. Then, they were killed. So, why the praying?
I made a promise to myself not to trust anyone easily. Then, i believed somebody so strongly, i broke my promise. So, why make promises?
They had many talks about peace. Ways to aquire peace, means of compromising and withdrawal of war. However, war still went on. Then, why the talks?
There are many things in the world i came to realise. Those that made me cower. Fear that all i did will never result in anything. Being helpless, unable to stop whatever coming my way. Losing things i fought so hard to protect. Nothing to fall back on. Just the bad things.
When it happens, what could you do? Hurt, depression, constrain, deprivation, confusion, loss. Huants you hungrily, devours you ruthlessly. So painful, death thoughts seems more welcoming. The pain presses on, persistently.
But these are deep planted motivations. They drive your desperation. Your instinct to survive. Your fear of death. Your determination to live just gets stronger. There is a desperate scream inside, you are forced to face your fear to let it out. Because you believe, as long as you live, you get to feel them. But when you stop breathing, there will be nothing. Absolutely nothing.
I hide. I always do.
I run. I always do.
I fear. I always do.
I cannot even lie. And truth hurts like a bitch.
"Oi, you will die like this, you know."
"Ha. All will be fine. I don't die that easily."
Even death has abandoned me.
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a/n: *scratches head* It just gets weirder, doesn't it? If you still hadn't realised placing your hands in your pocket is a sign of insecurity, now you get it. I reposted these 2 chapters because i realised they were full of grammatic errors and didn't run as smoothly. The final 2 chapters would be longer and will finalised everything. (gonna be much longer than this.) Their grounds for friendship's more twisted than you think...