All the Right Words among the Darkness
Sometimes there are words that just fits so perfectly in the situation adding higher importance than all the meetings. Just some simple words can make it hard to go. However, even harder for a girl is to admit that she is the one who went wrong and the one who is using wrong words. But some boy did go right, after all he did know the best...
In her words he is still alive. She loves to speak with that passion in the best manner she can. If it is all you have left, sometimes it is enough for some changes you could be proud of. The boy would be proud of the girl in the expensive dress because she faked it not only to make it, but to become it. Yet, the boy himself is proud already of what throughout the sleepless nights and bleeding tries he has become. That's the most important thing - the result, the ending. The girl knows that and for her there is no happy ending, but God knows how she tried. Sometimes it just is not enough. He is a man now and she is a woman. There is an ocean filled with bitterness and sadness washing over their words. God, how pleasant it sometimes taste. Like a part of a life elixir to be spread around. Yet some people doesn't want to take it because they are not ready for changes and tries. The right words are colored black. That is what a painter of darkness does - he paints everything black. She wants to pour the water of it. Why not accept and let the painting to be sold instead?
In her words he is still alive. She loves to speak with that passion in the best manner she can. If it is all you have left, sometimes it is enough for some changes you could be proud of. The boy would be proud of the girl in the expensive dress because she faked it not only to make it, but to become it. Yet, the boy himself is proud already of what throughout the sleepless nights and bleeding tries he has become. That's the most important thing - the result, the ending. The girl knows that and for her there is no happy ending, but God knows how she tried. Sometimes it just is not enough. He is a man now and she is a woman. There is an ocean filled with bitterness and sadness washing over their words. God, how pleasant it sometimes taste. Like a part of a life elixir to be spread around. Yet some people doesn't want to take it because they are not ready for changes and tries. The right words are colored black. That is what a painter of darkness does - he paints everything black. She wants to pour the water of it. Why not accept and let the painting to be sold instead?
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