She looked down the hole. Hesitation swept over her. Should I bury him or should I keep him. Should I force stop whatever feelings I have or should I let it grow. If I force it to stop, will I be okay? If I let it grow, will it consume me?
She looked down the hole. Took a deep a breath and raised her hoe. Bury. Bury. Bury. Bury the box with everything in it. Burying it alive so it would soon be dead. Be dead, be dead, be dead. So it would never resurface.
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"Hi," he greeted.
Please, don't resurface.
"How are you? It's been so long," a smile was planted on his face.
I can feel everyhing crawling back. Please stay six feet under the ground. I thought everything was dead.
"I miss you."
No, the dead will always haunt me. Not to mention that I was the one who murdered it.
She looked down the hole. Took a deep a breath and raised her hoe. Bury. Bury. Bury. Bury the box with everything in it. Burying it alive so it would soon be dead. Be dead, be dead, be dead. So it would never resurface.
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"Hi," he greeted.
Please, don't resurface.
"How are you? It's been so long," a smile was planted on his face.
I can feel everyhing crawling back. Please stay six feet under the ground. I thought everything was dead.
"I miss you."
No, the dead will always haunt me. Not to mention that I was the one who murdered it.
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