Regardless of what, it will surely be.
Love tested.
The days have gone, the days have come,
Renewed what was and will continue to be,
Through stormy skies, and the breaking of sunrise,
Only then, will the eyes then see.
Despite the lingering days of shadow,
Our hearts then yearn to be free,
Through winter days where the heart relays,
Of how much you mean, to me…
May your heart continue to overflow,
With abundant love and joy,
May your heart be certain of what it desires,
Faithful, neither timid nor coy,
May your heart to continue to hope,
Despite the shroud over the heavens above,
May your heart continue to remain affectionate,
And it may continue to deeply, love.
The times are cold, the seasons have come,
A fitting prelude to the end.
But no matter how harsh the winter,
May my lips still call you, friend.
In these times where kindness is cold,
And the bitterness of winter brings strife,
May every word we speak and every promise told,
Remind us of who we have, in this life.
And although we may fight and bicker,
Though struggle may take us by surprise,
True love does not endure with a foundation,
And our treasure is where our heart then lies,
So though we may stumble,
Though we may quarrel,
May it not hinder our ability to perform,
True love is not found without strife or conflict,
It is built on a strong foundation, in the storm…
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Jordan Zuniga
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Buried alive. What a horrible way to go. Yazz lay there, in her own thoughts. What else could she do? She was hungry, thirsty, tired, mentally, and physically exhausted, and more than anything, she was bored. She hoped she would die of boredom before anything else, anything else would've been more painful. Like many people had, she and her friends had talked about what they reckon the worst ways to die were, it was a morbid subject, but it came up every now and again. Yazz had always been one to argue her point on drowning, others had mentioned burning alive, slowly and painfully bleeding to death, hung drawn and quartered, and being starved to death. It was strange that none of them had considered being buried alive, it had never come up. But now, she was thinking back to those conversations her and her friends had had, how could they have not thought about it? It took a lot longer than the others, you were completely confined, you couldn't move or do anything, you just had to wait, until your body was physically unable to support a life system anymore, which could take up to four days. Four! By far the longest out of all of them. She recounted some of these conversations just to try and pass the time, anything to pass the time. It was difficult to know how much time had passed since she had been underground, it was difficult to know anything. There were many things that Yazz didn't know, she didn't know where she was, she didn't know how she'd got into the coffin, she'd just woken up there. Yazz also didn't know what time it was, or even what day it was, she guessed at Tuesday, it was Sunday evening when she'd been buried alive, intentionally, and although it had felt like weeks had passed, she was still alive, which means she hadn't died from dehydration, and therefore it couldn't have been more than four days.
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