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He shifts slightly, stretching out his body and slowly realizing where he is. His dark uniform is damp from the humid air created by the waterfall and the girl laying next to him is soundly asleep. With his stealth, he moves to the mouth of the cave, scanning the area through the waterfall. Suddenly, he crumples to the ground, gripping his bleeding chest. His hand finds a small sleek knife with a silver handle sunken into his heart. He grunts and finally yells out in pain, startling the girl. She jumps to her feet, running over to him. He breathes rapidly, his heart failing. His hand shakily reaches towards the girls face as she kneels beside him and caresses her face. He guides her head down slowly to his and kisses her weakly before losing his life. The girl is sobbing, looking over the man's body and slowly takes the knife out from his chest. She sets the knife aside and removes the mask from him, seeing his true self. She cries uncontrollably until she grabs the knife and his mask, walking through the misty waterfall, with her face dripping with tears but her heart as hard as stone.

Love, Happiness, and the sweet bite of drugs.

People say I have a big heart. How about a big fragile heart that gets destroyed every day? Well, that's what I have and I'm somewhat sick of it. I fall for people too easily and then I'm crushed when they turn and walk away. I'm too good, too nice. I'm too gullible. I take to people too quickly with their masks on. I'm sick of it. I'm sick of being like this. Can I change myself? The way I used to be before going clean? That's what I need, corruption and pain. Pain to make me turn into stone. Pain to make me trust people less than I already do since it is too great. I need to turn into that girl I was before I fell in love. I need to become the girl with the fuck-off attitude once again. I need that strength to not care about what anyone else thinks again. Where did that all go? Did it go where everything else goes? Away with the other person, just like my love, happiness, and oh-so-sweet drugs?


Happiness. What the hell is happiness anymore? Seriously? Does anyone know? Then give me a hint. Is it in the materials? In our possessions? I doubt it. I bet it's within someone else. Someone else is searching for the same thing and I just need to find them. They will complete me, they will give me my happiness that I deserve. I've served other people far too long for this shit. I've been too nice to other people to not be rewarded. I've always been there for people, then why aren't they there for me when I need them the most?

Drugs. Who said they were bad the first time you came to that age? Your parents? Your guardians, teachers, some adult? Well, if you die a drug virgin, not my fault. You just didn't know how to live. Everyone should try a little pot at least once. Or, become a grifter. A motherfucker who lives the way they want to. Become one and I'm damn sure that you'll either hate it or love it for life.

Breathe.

I'm okay. I'm fine. I can survive this. I still love everyone, I still am content with life. I will be a great person. I will find my reward.

Good bye.

I'm taking a break. I need to escape. No reason to panic, just a little refresher.

I need to find myself again...

It's not your fault.

Look at yourself. You've committed mistakes. Have you been forgiven for them? I'm sure you have. And if you haven't, please, talk to that person.
So, if you've been forgiven for your mistakes, forgive other people for theirs. It doesn't matter what they did or how bad it was. Still, forgive them. Second chances? Do you believe in them?
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Bang! "Dammit. I tipped my easel over."
"I'll fix it, no worries," he said as he picked up the wood easel and set it straight. "Thank you so much," she replied with her arms full of paint and brushes. He kissed her on the cheek and walked back to the window, looking outside. She yawned and dropped the supplies onto the dirty table, kicking aside stray pieces of canvas,"What do you want to do today?"
"Oh, I don't know. We could go get some ice cream or see a movie."
"How about both? We'll just make this day extravagant as possible."
"Are certain activities included?," he asked as his arms wrap around her from behind and his lips kissed her neck. She laughed and whispered,"later," as she slapped a paintbrush loaded with red paint on his cheek. He smiled and dipped his hand in blue, smearing it around her lips.