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My hands are cold, at first they were also shaking, but now I do not feel the cold anymore. He came to me with a scared look on his face, I smiled at him while answering his questions. As I ended I looked at my bare feet, wondering why he cared. I had just left my house and parents behind, they were argueing again, about something trivial, as always. He took my cold hands in his warm ones, trying to warm them up, I shook my head and smiled sadly. They would not get any warmer...

I was on my way home. Finally. My eyes started to hurt. I kind of felt hollow. Your words still echoing in my head. I think I'm missing something. This is wasting my time. I remember lieing on the floor of your flat for a felt eternity. Crying. Questioning myself. Hurt. Numb. As soon as you got my reaction, you started to apologize. I didn't ment it that way...Don't cry... But it didn't made anything better. Your apologies felt like knives. Hurting my already broken heart even more and more. Killing it. In the end I couldn't listen any longer. Packing my things. Running away from you. Now sitting in the last bus of the day. In ou

Die Flasche wiegt schwer in der Hand Ihr Blick ist trüb Die Beine eng an den Körper gezogen Starr in die Ferne blickend Immer wieder die Flasche absetztend Scheiternd bei dem Versuch sich aufzurappeln Seufzend, nachdenkend Die Sonne geht unter taucht den Himmel in ein weiches Lavendel _________________ The bottle weighs heavy in the hand Her eyes are cloudy The legs are drawn tightly against the body Numbly gazing into the distance Again and again, setting down the bottle Failing in the attempt to pick herself together With a sigh, thinking The sun sets bathes the sky in a soft lavender

Die Straßen waren dunkel und leer, selbst in den hohen Gebäuden brannte nur noch in wenigen ein Licht. Ein Geschäft jedoch, an einer Kreuzung gelegen, war noch mit hellem gelbem Licht erfüllt. Der glatzköpfige Mann an der Bar spülte einige Gläser, während er mit dem Mann, der vor kurzem mit einer rothaarigen Frau in Kostüm eingetreten war, redete. Sofort nachdem sich das Paar gesetzt hatte, hatte der Mann in seiner Jacketttasche gewühlt und eine Zigaretten hervorgeholt und angezündet und nun unterhielt er sich mit dem Barmann über eine geeignete Unterkunft für sich und seine Be

Someone, who has no mercy does not deserve any either. Remember this well! So do not complain when I am paying you back. I will NOT show any mercy at all. Remember it well! You destroyed me... ...and I will destroy you, more. Remember me well! This revenge tastes bittersweet... ...but sweet atleast Remember it well! I am not resentful. I am just not forgetting and forgiving this easily! Remember this well! I am giving back what you gave me. Mother...