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Sugar, We're Going Down




19.3
He was a messed up room and she was a broom. She swept everything clean right before his eyes. He didn’t even know he was that chaotic because she did everything in a second; cleaning up every mess he made.

19.6 
He was a gloomy cloud and she was a sunshine. She bloomed flowers every time she walked by. He stood in a dark corner ready to ruin a sunny day. She looked at his cold eyes, trying to turn him into a bright sky. But she failed, he poured his rain on her instead. At least I melted the ice, she said. 

20.7
He was a scattered glass all over the place. She picked every pieces of him up with her bare hands. Sadly, she cut herself trying put it back together. And when she bleed, he said: 
“Stay calm, enjoy the soreness.” 
“I feel the same for a couple of times.” 
“I know it’s killing you, I want to die too.” 
She cried in silent trying to swallow the pain while he smiled feeling himself whole again. 

26.7
She is a hurricane, a tsunami. Named her anything that has an ability to destroy. She is a living bomb; ticking and breathing at the same time. She got no flesh nor bones. What was left are exasperation, resentment, and misery. He turned her into everything but herself. 

Now
She is burning fast, turning into ash, exhaling the air she breathe into smoke, making every cells of her body broke.
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