Life by the Page 10

10 The vibrant young woman who sat across from Leon glowed with beauty in the dim light of their candle lit dinner table, to the point of which the candle seemed a bit unnecessary compared to her fragile frame. They were seated by a window at the very...

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Meh

I laughed when you said have hope I cried when you said you were done I should have known we would never elope How could I chase away my warming sun? My hands ball into tightly clenched fists as you put this down and abandon me Yet my love for...

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as the heart shatter

**As the heart shatter** as the rough edges where removed, you where created. beauty and style you had, a real piece of art. everyday I saw you, happiness filled me. when I had to leave, my heart ached. everyday I polished you, right...

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to survive

I scrub the vile smells off of my body, although i wish it could also wash away the guilt and anger that's flooding my head at the time. guilt and anger.... because i hate hurting people.

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Equine Guilt

I don't know how long i lay there before i fell asleep but it was peaceful and my guilt didn't bother me for more than a minute.

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Sam's Guilt

Sam looked over at the sleeping figure of Spike next to him. He took him all in, examining every feature of him... For some reason, he was moving towards him. He wrapped his arm around Spike, pulling him in close. "What are you doing?" Sam looked up...

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His Guilt

May i never forget his guilt.

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Happy Guilt

**Is a poem, i wrote along while ago.** Listen, a slow hum from the hue above A flawless cry within the midnight sky Breathe into me a release A diamond coated care Raping that which is yours Fleeting thoughts echo the mind So...

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Shameless

Shame is not guilt. guilt is not shame. anyone can feel ashamed of what they've done. but how many of them honestly feel guilty over it? guilt gnaws away at you. it stabs at you.

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Something weird

I wake up forget my dreams and I do things. Then I go back to sleep. and then, well I dream things to forget... A human sits outside my window, its hands still in defiance of the night's chill. A possum climbs up on the human's back seemingly...

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Despair, my Dear

Save guilt... ashes of pain left in the wake ghosts of what i burned. after all the suffering, what is it i have learned? i stand alone, and must atone. i see with clearer eyes.

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