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When time changes.

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You have always been my anchor; someone, something that kept me still; grounded. You have always been the self-appointed mental bouncer who kept me sane and away from all the crap. You have always been that sweet smell wafting up my nostrils that alone had the power to calm my wildly-beating heart. You have always been like that ice-cube on an annoyingly hot day that cooled me down as it slipped down the back of my shirt. You have always been like that soothing song that played on repeat on my mp3 player when I wanted to do nothing but burrow under my comforter in my comfiest pajamas and let the world fade away. You have always been like those deep-set dimples at the small of my back that I always wanted but never could work hard enough towards achieving, because it was something else. You have always been special. You have always been you.

Now? You are the melting snowflake that can make my heart flood.

Toodles!
~A♥~

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Black of power.

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In the swirling dark...

The deafening silence coated her body like a second skin even when there were noises all around. White noise, they say. It was all white noise. The red haze that had fallen over her sapphire eyes was impossible to look through. She couldn’t see anything but red. Common sense had long ago left her brain_a brain people say, one has in a million_and she couldn’t think beyond her thirst for revenge. Revenge that had come to haunt her from her past of deceitful lies and hurtful words. She was now a burgeoning, overflowing cauldron of the need to get even, to hurt, to make them cry, to kill. She could feel immense power inside of her. She could feel it was ready to strike. She could feel it feeding her need to cause destruction. And she realised that the power fed off it. It was a vicious cycle. She  hesitated for a fraction of a second. But then, she started moving again,blocking all the thoughts away. But even as she attacked her target and extracted her revenge, she couldn’t let go of that single thought that had escaped the prison in her mind; the prison keeping her thoughts and conscience away.
The power inside of her was all black.

Toodles!
~A♥~