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"Keep your eyes closed," he said, as he moved away from her, slowly. She heard something fall, and he cursed silently. "Are you alright?" She asked him. He smiled at the sight of her, he still didn't know why she liked him, but she did. "Yeah, I'm fine just keep your eyes closed."


I saw the blood and broke down. No wonder he didn't want me to see it. The memories were too horrible. I sank to the ground and covered my mouth, preventing a scream. I turned and looked at the open door. He wasn't outside. I prayed he was alright. After 10 minutes, I saw him running back. "Gabs, I told you to stay upstairs." He whispered when I noticed he was bleeding. I was too weak to move. Even though he was hurt, he pick me up and carried me to my bed. This is why I loved him.


it hurts, the pain. I want to scream, i want to tell someone. but who would understand, the answer is that no one understands how i feel. for all my fears. for it is my own self i am afraid of, afraid to give up, to call it quits. he comes close and holds me in his arms stroking my head as i cry. "I' m fine," i sniffle out. " i know, "he says into my hair..................- Z


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This picture of a woman trapped inside a butterfly jar. This is similar to Miranda being trapped by Clegg like one of his butterflys.


This is how my life is now. Alone in the shadows. Surround by the dispair and guilt of what my suffering is doing to those around me. Chronic illness is such a selfish thing. The world revolves around my every need and I can't help yourself let alone everyone else.


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This reminds me of Sally. She was trapped by her father and then trapped again when she gets married. She is looking out a window at the world around her that she will never get to live in.


vemod (n.) a tender sadness or pensive melancholy; the calm feeling that something emotionally significant is over and never will be back