I Hate People

A short little something dedicated to a certain person… I’d say it’s poetry, but it’s not. It’s a ‘something’.

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The Journey Ending

This is where the magic happens. Not on the streets to glory, but on the paths marked with sorrow.

I placed everything down before me and knelt beside my brother; the fighting was no longer worth it. None of this fighting.

He took my hand.

I didn’t turn away this time.

In the midst of all the dead bodies we’d placed there, we prayed.



((Just a little short I came up with… that will probably be featured in one way or another, in some really long story! One day!!))