wordsandwishes

clasped thoughts like hands killing me so silently you won't hear me die and I will not care. I have danced the steps so long there are holes in the ...

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It is dark like the vacant recesses between my head and my toes, where you ought not to see my bones. Loud like the roar of the beasts in my ...

The whispers don't cease and the cold is not enough to numb broken thoughts.

Confusion. Walking away, pursued. Turn, face.

Lost passing through, a lonely shade.

Nice and to the point. It sounds more like a series name to me though. Like, *insert title here* The Dragon Wars, book one. Rage

Running away but still going nowhere.

bee

fey

spade

don't

A lonely outcast, never to return.

Fall for them to live again

Blood red roses and burning sunshine