Thursday, December 25, 2008

I always hated math class, and now I hate Equation too.

It is nearly impossible to go through life without even one person that you can talk to. Yet when everyone in your life has turned their back on you, it is harder still to find it inside you to trust anyone with your personal life. So you spend your days in suffering, the pain never ceasing, only coming in variable waves.

Then one day you hand someone your heart. For the first time in your life, you feel secure. You actually think you might be able to love and trust someone with your entire being.

The years roll by, you and them have a few falling outs, yet all remains the same. You are both growing older by the minute, but are still just as close as you were in the prime of your youth.

However, what turns out to be the most important day of your life also becomes the one day that they reveal to you that you are of no value to them. They find it fitting to take everything from you and incinerate it all inside the fiery oven of their purely diabolical core.

And like a rose in full bloom, beautiful, fragile, innocent, tender as you were, you turn to a pile of grey char, blown into the distance by the piercing winds of their contemptable auras.

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