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The Way I've Learned To Live
The Way I've Learned To Live
The way I’ve learned to live
Isn’t what I ever expected
When I was little and the world
Still held all the beauty I had needed.
I’ve learned about myself
In ways I hadn’t ever guessed
Were even possible for me.
The way I’ve learned to live
Is preservation above all
Keep my sanity and my life
My heart and my soul.
But oh, I’m losing it
I’m losing this careful hold
Every time I bite back words
I know I need to say.
The way I’ve learned to live
Is to stay silent when others think
That I am like them, because safety is in numbers
My hands are bleeding from the painful grip I have
The only thing suspending me
From falling down and down.
The way I’ve learned to live
Is preservation above all
Keep my heart and my soul
My sanity and this life
But oh, someone help
I can feel myself slipping
And now I tumble
Down and down
The way I’ve learned to live
Is the way I’ve learned to die
Someone help, someone help
But oh, I’m losing it.
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i think i've loved you
in every lifetime
on every planet
in every universe
that i have ever lived in.
it's like it's hardwired into me.
i think that's why
i can't move on,
why i can't stop loving you
no matter how hard i try.
it's impossible.
you're in my brain chemistry.
you're in my bones.
-mars
How Many Ways To Say
How many ways
Can there possibly be
To tell you how I feel
Again and again?
I’m running out of words
Someone wind me up again
I’m so tired, I’m so tired
Of looking at the pages
That are my sole escape
My mind is buzzing
With things I wish I had the courage to say.
And I’m still wondering now
How many ways
Can there possibly be
To say how I’m not normal?
How many times
Must I scream
I am not a daughter
Before I’m finally told
That nobody wants to hear it?
Stop lying to me
Stop telling me you understand
Because I’m so tired
Of this body
And the way it’s winding down
I’m running out of words
Someone please tell me
How many ways
Can there possibly be
To tell you I’m not ok?
And now you’ve scared me
Now I’m silenced
And yet you think it’s fine
I’m not ok, I’m not alright!
Someone tell me that’s ok
Someone tell me I’m not a freak
Even if I don’t believe
How many ways
Can there possibly be
To say I’m so damn tired?
I am nothing, I am nothing
I am not your daughter
I’ve never been but now I wonder
How many ways
Can there possibly be
For you to say
You don’t care?
Cause I’m running out of air
And I’m running out of words
Someone wind me up again
How many ways
Are there to say
That I am not your daughter?
Lil short story about my OCs!! I don't know what I'm doing <3
Uhhhh Hi! I don't think anyone will actually see this but I think I'll put my stories about my OCs in here. Maybe it'll give me motivation to work on their actual story-
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DEATH
He couldn’t catch his breath. Again. Sitting upright on his bed in the dark, running shaking hands through his hair, Death vainly tried to steady his breathing. He closed his eyes- not that there was a difference. The inky black was there either way, letting his mind replay memories like a high-definition video, complete with sound. Such vivid colours, preserved like a fly in amber in his memories.
He opened his eyes and slid off the bed. Death’s not really sure why he tried to sleep. It never works. Or it does, and this happens. Honestly, he’s not sure which is worse.
It was worse tonight, though. He can’t steady himself. Breath. Focus on your breathing. He takes another deep breath, then another, his hand resting on the bedpost. It didn’t work. He didn’t really expect it to work.
Once he gets some light into the room, Death sits at his desk, looking at the book on it. The thought of sitting alone and trying to distract himself sounds… pretty terrible, right then. And he knew there was no way he could just go back to his work.
Death stands back up, suddenly needing to go somewhere. Do something. Just to take his mind off it. And for once in his life, he’d be the one getting Life up.
About halfway there, he gets the urge to just forget he was going to do this, to turn back around, but he shakes it off. Even if he got all the way there and turned around without actually talking to Life, it was better than just sitting there in his chambers.
At all hours, Life’s realm was so bright. Joyous. There was so much energy that it seemed to hum in the very air. Death was tempted to just stop, take it in like it was his first time there, but he didn’t. That wasn’t his nature, after all.
After Death reached the entrance to Life’s castle, he hesitated at the door. He practically never came by unannounced, and when he did he always had a clear purpose. Not like today. Honestly, even Death didn’t quite know what possessed him. Just… the desire to not be alone.
He realises his hand is hovering above the door like some nervous mortal, and so he brings it down three times. It’s fainter than he would have liked, but Life must have been close to the door, because it opens only a few heartbeats later. “Hey, Death! Is the sky falling in?” Life jokes, hand resting on the doorframe.
Death rolls his eyes. “Shut up,” He told Life. “I don’t never stop by.” Although he couldn’t tell if he was regretting it or not. Life made a lot of things a hell of a lot better, but Death wasn’t sure if he could help with this. It was just some nightmares. He shouldn’t have come.
“Will you walk with me?” Death asks before he can talk himself out of it. Damn it, he feels like a child. Uncertain and hesitant. Life doesn’t comment on it- if he even notices– and instead just steps outside next to Death. “Yeah, of course!”
Even though Death asked for Life, Life takes the lead. He doesn’t mind- just having someone else there is helpful. Well, part of it is just that it’s Life. Life is always much more tethered than Death, even if he’s better at pretending it.
Life leads Death to a little forest clearing- they’ve come here a lot. It’s quiet for Life’s realm but noisy for Death’s. It’s soothing and vibrant, little flowers blooming around the boulders that litter the ground and leave indents in the grass when they move. Death rests his hand on one of the tree trunks, watching Life walk ahead of him and sit down on one of the boulders. He twists around and gives Death a smile, and damn it Death wants to see that every day for the rest of his existence.
He walks over to Life and sits next to him on the ground. Leaning back, Death can just barely see Life’s amused face watching him. Life doesn’t question it as Death tilts his head forwards again and just lets Death sit there.
He knows he has things to do, that he can’t sit there forever. But right then, in the sunlight, listening to the animals and Life, his back to the warm boulder, he’s as content as he gets. Death’s dreams and memories are pushed back out of his mind as he leans back again and gives Life a smile.

