His Agony Read Count : 9

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I sit there, amongst myself, wondering and not believing.


The parts had tried to comfort me by alotting small doses of what I used to have alot of before. 


My memory holder was bright, it shined in the dark.


I held my hands in my head, for I feel like I had lost a winnable war. 


I forbid letting individuals know this, but I only, truly, long for a person around my years to accept me and accept the life I live.


I desire this "soulmate" to enjoy my company, to be flustered with joy and shaky hands when I compliment them so. 


I desire this "soulmate" to have little or much in common with me, for them to be beautiful to gaze upon, for them to be understanding of my mentality. 


Throughout the 16 years of life, there were many of the opposite sex who I hoped to charm in some way, even if I did, I find that the outcome amounts to the same results. 


The doors had fully opened, for it seems like she enjoys the housing. 


Abruptly, however, she tramples, she crushes, she chokes my home to near death. 


She wishes to be nothing further than what a dog is to man. 


I only desire to find the love I so desperately struggle to obtain, I close my doors.


For however long it may be, these doors shall remain fortified. 


I could hear the slow beating of my heart, once again it had been shattered by my own hopes.

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  • Maurice  Beres

    Maurice Beres

    Keep writing 🦋I’m with you brother 🦋 You’ve rekindled some of my memories 🦋🦋🦋

    Apr 28, 2019

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