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βSince when do you keep mementos?β Pride teased.
Ephraim shrugged nonchalantly, scrolling through the second-hand digital camera heβd snagged in downtown New York. Every frame was of Micaela, her image pulling a faint smile from the Heartbreakβs typically stoic face.
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satu per satu,
mimpi-mimpi pun menjadi nyata
apa yang didambakan adalah
yang dituliskan sebelumnya
kepastian takdirmu tak terbantahkan
bagai cinta, harta,
kematian, atau apa yang 'kan
terjadi setelahnya
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πππΒ·ππΒ·πΒ·πππ.
I've been so unhappy for years,
so unhappy . . .
I don't understand how,
how a human being can-
be so unhappy all the time
and still be alive.
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@TamagoPost Now, ainβt that such a good question. Curiously, I came from many places, no matter how vague it seems.
And yet, we have some semblance in terms of... to some other βpartsβ of the world. NowβΒΏCΓ³mo fue tu viaje?
@outer_cosmo βNow, now. Tell meβwhy does your frail body resist so sweet a surrender as sleep? What is it that keeps you trembling, clinging to the waking world?β
@outer_cosmo βTo endure the years so long... such a rare and exquisite gift, one that so few in these fleeting days are granted. Tell me, how does it feel to cross the threshold into yet another stage of life?β
Pretty little baby, born from an inherent insanity of a handicapped mother. Left alone to rot in his desecrated room, burning from the mania of it all. One does not simply descent to madness and came back with their eyes still glimmering with hope. One does not simply perceive
ππππ π§πππ¦ πͺππ₯π‘ππ‘π: FOLLOW NOT, NOR READ OF THIS TALES SO LIGHTLY, FOR IT MAY CONTAIN THEMES ILL-SUITED FOR MANY. PROCEED WITH CAUTION, AND KNOW WELL THY LIMITS.
HIS body is insatiable.
No longer confined or bonded by moral,
IT craves E V E R Y T H I N G.
Not just sustenance, not just comfort.
HE wants love, HE wants lust,
The soul, the heart,
The bittersweet taste of guilt.
To taste the forbidden fruit,
To have E V E R Y T H I N G.
AMΓN stirred, no longer irate nor impatient. There was no longer any refusal from his mind. He let the Fiend took control, let Him morphed his body, his mind, his soul, his heartβe v e r y t h i n g.
But the cry that had begun as a fragile protest fanned the flames of something dark and furious. AMΓN stirred, πππππ and πππππππππ, determined to seize πͺπΆπ΅π»πΉπΆπ³.
To die
or to survive.
Broken trust. Broken oath. No longer he has any faith in humanity or life. And yet, the mind, even when the body wished to cease, refuse to perish. And thus, he embraced everything his own body has to offer.
So he chose to survive.
(His relationship with his own maniac side is one of love and frustration, a complex dance between embracing its potential and grappling with its unpredictability.) Or perhapsβonce. A long, long time ago before she left. Left. Left. Left and leave him only two options:
JOVANA understood that Sean held immense potential - the kind of potential that could lead him to greatness if channeled correctly.
"π»πππ ππ ππππ , πππππ . π«π πππ πππππ ππ?"