The rough part of the matchbox

why does it hurt.
that’s what you get from not eating anything solid for two straight days.

why does it hurt.
because you overslept. you cannot escape me, bastard.

why does it hurt.
nicotine-starved brain, perhaps?

why does it hurt.
no, they’re not laughing at you, honey. you’re doin’ good. you’re doin’ good.

why does it hurt.
no one cares, why bother asking?

why does it hurt.
the cold’s gotten into you. you’ve lost too much weight. you should eat up, dude.

why does it hurt.
because you’ve had enough of nothing.

why does it hurt.
because he meant everything to her.

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About delamorte

Eherm... A boy with a soiled face who's spent 23 pathetic years trying to make a difference... An old man trying to talk his way out of his own cage... And the Seer who's trying to poise these two alter egos' rage... You won't find anything interesting enough in me to ask about my real life facts. Trust me, things will get more and more boring once you take that path. Disclaimer : These are just random rants and stories cooked-up out of boredom and prolonged stages of catatonia. Please feel free to troll/criticize my works, i am but a poor soul trying to find my way out of this miserable phase some of you call life, your critiques shall serve as my guiding light.
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