Ander - Chapter 7, Subchapter 76
"please go on, just pretend i'm not here. seriously, this is great." blood dribbled from ander's mouth and nose. every breath was a challenge. but this was something he had to say, no matter what. "kiana... i love you so, so much..." "ander!"
Sins of Our Elders: Chapter 7
Just one day where we can maybe pretend like we aren't strangers? i know it's a lot to ask but..." no, it was too much to ask. she'd already given him this meeting, and yet his greed demanded more. could he even be satisfied with one day of pretending?
Thirteen Tales (2019): Seventh Tale
The tale of pretend time." thirteen tales from dr. callyco seventh tale the tale of pretend time it was just a few minutes shy of 6:00 pm. kit was surprised they hadn't arrived yet.
In-Between Ch. 1
But before all that happened...i remember i was exploring on my own one day, trapped within my imaginary worlds...the things i created in my mind and pretended like they were real.
The war inside me
The war within me seems that it will never end and the mask i hid my face under has shattered it's gotten to the point that even i know that i can't pretend this war isn't going to leave me broken and battered.
OJB: Dirty Suburbia
Respect bought by being rude, retrospectively, they're all nude, unwise and seeing only with eyes while soaking in bile, pursue pretty lies police pretend to protect, while grifters and killers prospect, the drifters are thick, the prostitutes slick
I Dare Not Stop You Now
I wish you well, now that i hear you go or at least i pretend to but secretly i wish it wasn't so still everything is blue momentarily i may not happily walk but slowly the sadness may fade besides, in my head we can still talk
Sundays...
Another rush at the restaurant, put on a smile, and pretend it's okay... but i can't do this for much longer, my longest day is sunday...
This Poem Is Haunted
These are peeled grapes, but pretend they're his eyes. these are his teeth of unusual size. this is his hopefulness, quite atrophied, and that's just the wind, a-whistling outside. this is a message.
I am
Closed_ _i wonder what the after life holds for me_ _i hear the scornful comments that most people think of me_ _i see a baron wasteland pledged by the walking dead_ _i want to find true happiness in ones loving touch_ _i am cold and closed_ _i pretend
He Kissed Me Like Summer
I couldn't just keep pretending that i wasn't counting down how many hours we had left with each other. i couldn't fly off in a plane, knowing i was leaving you behind somewhere on the ground. i couldn't say goodbye to you.
Like Ivory and Ebony Chapter 4
When i got on the bus i put both of my earbuds in and pretended to go to sleep, my new friend sat next to me but he didn't say anything until we got to our stop.