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SplitLike a mirror, split in twoOne half dreams, the other deniesOne hopes, the other livesThese two halves should be two people...Not one,For one can't possibly be two,without dire consequences.So who should one listen to;One hopes for a life,while the other leads a different.How can one live,with a soul split,in two
Fallen Chapter 3 I could only look as he came towards me with the knife. He mumbled something but I couldn't hear him. I shut my eyes as his footsteps grew louder and louder. Another voice whimpered behind me, if only I could do something
I heard the knife slice through the air. My pale white walls were suddenly there and the sun was glaring at me. The alarm clock buzzed and my mother was banging on the door screaming how I was going to be late. I heaved myself out of bed with a heavy sigh. Moving boxes were still scattered on the floor. My closet was open and empty. Shit. I regretted that I didn't unpack my clothes first. "Esme, we need to get going! You don't want to be late do you?!?!" My mother barged in, with her usual attire on; dyed blond hair in a messy bun, solid purple tee-shirt, matching grey jacket and slacks, and black pumps. I just looked at her and pointed at the giant poster of violets on the wall b