Look forward to something
The days will drag its way towards it
Then that day will finally come
And you'll be surprised to find out
It was never going to happen
Or maybe
Quite possibly
The day will finally come
And you'll be pleased to know
That this day is more triumphant
Than any other day
And that finally
The demon of yesterday
Lives no more
Two outcomes
Suddenly become two choices
Two choices that are finally
In the fate of your own hands...
About the Creator
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"As artists, we are eternally heartbroken." - Lady gaga
"It's strange how pain marks our faces, and makes us look like family." - Stephen King
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Paralysis
She was there. Like she always had been, as if she were created immediately following the big bang. Waiting for him. Her long brown hair twisted and danced wildly in the lack of gravity. She was hauntingly beautiful, but her face was a look of terror and desperation. She mouthed wordless shouts, Ron only could assume she was yelling by the way the veins bulged in her neck.
By Jordan Flynn6 days ago in Fiction
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