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heavy storms they were running out onto the fields in a morbidly fast pace, their pale bodies carried by their bare feet, following lines in the grass others had run along before. it were three or four of them, and I never really knew more than I was told. one of them was called Timothy. a strong young boy with a lot of glory ahead of him, always the first to talk, the first to act, a character of some kind. he had worked his way up in school and the other fellows admired him for the honest weigh of his words that pleased and touched them deep down their heart. but he was not sane. his luster had devastated his mind, his soul, and his being had become likheavy storms by ~NikkoTheNerd
blossoming it happened while I was laying in bed. the white sheets surrounded my pale skin, the soft morning light with such a dim on my face with nothing to be said, nothing to be done. my limbs, my arms, my whole body felt so heavy. my breath went slowly and suppressed and my eyes fell closed as soon as the need to open them arose. the bed began to move, it elongated and stretched with me inside. so did I. it was a pain, an ache, a distress. so much had happened before, so many words had been said, so many thoughts had been thought, so many dooms had been done. but I lived. "mum", I whispered as her fragile body entered the door, her eyes silently upoblossoming by ~NikkoTheNerd
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