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He didn't move that piece. So now the question was, who did?

And I feel like since my life has been so easygoing so far, I don't need to pay with stress, but with guilt.

I should have seen the hate in your eyes. I should have known your perfect disguise.

There’s a monster here, crawling in my bed. I can hear its breath. Harsh, raspy, taunting. Through my nightmares it’s well fed. I’m too scared to turn around, it’s too daunting.

Real romance isn't something hopeless, or unenergetic like stale poetry, or futile like canned compliments.

A short and sad story.

...is a strange thing.

make an another world for me through the mirror

Stories are remembered more than people. That’s why I remember the saying, but not the person who told it to me.

She could recall the rush of adrenaline, the lifting motion in her stomach, the smile that graced her face after the fact. Power wasn't something easily forgotten.

to all the people who only how to bring light to the world, thank you!