Sta.sh
What do you see?"
It's bleeding. . . . it's hurt. . . .
Try touching it and it'll break. . . . .
It's weak. . .
- protected by those thorns. . . .
*Heh. . . . . silly one. . . . . . it's only hurting itself.*
But it was YOU.
Because of you,
your hate,
your mistakes,
your reject,
your emptiness,
your coldness,
your stories,
your crosses,
your comfort,
your pain,
your ignorance,
your aggression,
your exclusion. . .
- Your lullaby. . . .
- Try talking to it words of love.
- And see how it
breaks. . . . slowly and painfully. . . . . .
LEAVE IT ALONE
- it's trying to heal.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
I guess you couldn't understand the "LEAVE IT ALONE"
message and went and kept stabbing it.
Now it's all worn out and bleeding. . . . . .
- Trying to keep itself alive
I'll tell you one more time:
LEAVE IT ALONE Let it heal. . . . If it doesn't heal in time. . . . . who knows, maybe it'll grow and turn into a bitter, revengeful, venomous, painful one.
- "And at the end, she's going to be the one singing her lullaby."
- "For those who did bad to it, I wish them the double. For hurting, breaking and tearing the noble"
I really give it my all whenever I'm writing stuff like this!~
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I'm glad someone notices my hard work!
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Why wouldn't it be noticed? Your pieces are incredible.
I glad you lot only like it because of the picture!
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Thanks sooooooooooo much!~
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