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kiyuso
☕ Partially active. Just blogging down my messy thoughts for the record and future references. Also a story writer, typically concerning my gays. I don't particularly have any interests. It's more like, if something piques my interests, I become infatuated or obsessed.
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I want to see you smile, but I don't know if you can even smile after what happened. I want to see you play soccer, but I don't know if you can even play properly after what happened. I want to see you working, but I don't know if you're still working there after what happened. I want to see you cook, but I don't know if you're even eating after what happened. I want to see your family, but I don't know if they hate me after what happened. I want to see you happy, but I don't know if it's even possible after what happened. I want to hear your laughter, but I don't know if you can even laugh after what happened. I want to hear that soft voice of comforting, but I don't know if you yourself are comforted after what happened. I want to hear you sing, but I don't know if your voice will crack after what happened. I want to hear your excuses, but I don't know if you have any after what happened. I want to hear your words, but I don't know if it's possible after what happened.  I reach out to you, but you don't take my hand. I call your name, but you don't respond. I stare into your eyes, and they flare with hatred. I hug you, but you push me away. I kiss you, but you laugh at me in a disgusting manner. I see you smile, but you frown upon seeing me instead. I see you play soccer, but you stop upon seeing me. I see you working, but you change shifts the next day. I see you cook, but you trash it afterwards. I see your family, but they simply ignore me. I see you happy, but that's only when I'm not near you. I hear your laughter, but you sigh afterwards. I hear that soft voice of comforting, but it only pierces me in return. I hear you sing, but it's quiet and quivering. I hear your excuses, and they're all blamed on me. I hear your words, but they're harsh and cold. |