פולן איינג'ל / No more cowardice |
There she was, lying on her bed, eyes wide open, staring at the white ceiling. Her lips turned red, from about an hour ago, when she bit them so hard, 'till they were bleeding. her lips, were the only thing that moved. they were vibrating as if they were frozen as ice. She grabbed her head intently, And for the first time in her life, her mind was blank. She got to the point were she doesn't even care that she hasn't got a clue about what to do with her life. The point where there is only one solution to everything. So many times she thought about it, so many times she tried. No more cowardice. This time- she's going for it. There she was. The eyes that were once sparkling and shiny were now dead, meaningless, and yet... so full with meaning. Her bloody lips were shaking almost hystericaly, and her skin was as pale as ever. Her silky, white arms were covered with scraches, bruises and blood, from about an hour ago. She grabbed her head as if it was about to explode, and for the first time.. She had no single thought in mind. Except for one. .... |
היצירה לעיל הנה בדיונית וכל קשר בינה ובין המציאות הנו מקרי בהחלט. אין צוות האתר ו/או הנהלת האתר אחראים לנזק, אבדן, אי נוחות, עגמת נפש וכיו''ב תוצאות, ישירות או עקיפות, שייגרמו לך או לכל צד שלישי בשל מסרים שיפורסמו ביצירות, שהנם באחריות היוצר בלבד. |
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