My turn to make my very own thread.
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Thread Topic: My turn to make my very own thread.
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DON'T CHOKE ON IT. IT HAPPENS WHEN YOU LET YOUR GUARD DOWN. DON'T DO IT.
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I've seen diamonds before,
though only around the necks of lovely women,
and on the watches of wealthy men.
Sometimes on the finger of one someone loves well.
I would never expect such from you,
my dear.
Did I expect to feel the same as how women feel when shown a diamond?
Excited, avaricious..
Your gift is something very different.
It is not stunning.
It is not something to draw tears from envious eyes.
It is not wonderful.
It is simple, silver.
Rusted silver beads strung along on black thread,
with thin hearts clinging to it like paper butterflies.
It is paralyzing.
It is something to put roses to shame.
It is perfect.
Because you've given it to me,
dear.
Thank you... -
Hm? You're engaged?
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O-O No. That would be scary. I'm a very misleading poet, apparently.
No, just a gift from a boy I hold very close.. -
Awwwwww. Sebbi?
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.....Yes....
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That's so cute. But also a little sad. :L
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It's very nice.... I love it.
Why sad? -
What does it look like? :3
Hmm reasons. -
Just like I said. :I Silver beads on a black string with two thin silver hearts on it.. He said he thought it might be too girly for me. xD
....Mkay... -
Ah, sorry I got confused.
Yeah. -
x3 Tis no harm. He's so nice to me..
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That's sweet.
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^o^
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Painful memories
I cannot breath
for the pain.
The energy I spend
pretending I'm all right
is far more that ever before.
I just want to sleep.
To sleep and never wake.
Let me die.
Let me embrace
that simple sleep.
Let the pain leave me
and the joy dissipate.
Let me have
perfect nothingness.
With joy
comes sorrow.
With pleasure
comes pain.
It cannot be
any other way.
So let me die
and never feel again.
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