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You Were AfraidYou told me you wanted to kiss me for the beautiful things I said, But you were sure my mouth would taste like lies.You Were Afraid
You were lying beneath the false city stars waiting to grow cold. I knew you would have liked to see the sunrise, But you were afraid of another day.
You wrote me a note that said, "I wanted to talk to God, But I was terrified of what he'd say."
You wanted to be old. You wanted to be in love. You wantedwantedwanted And you never knew what you needed Because you were afraid.
by ~Ebony-Snow
SG: 3. Training -rewrite-He had never thought there were so many that shared his fate. His memories of his time in the cell were clouded, but recruit One-Sixteen knew that he'd been alone. Just him, the darkness, and the hunger. As he recovered, he learned this wasn't true. There were others, hundreds of them. He was unclear on the difference between a class B recruit like himself and a class A. They were divided in different camps on either side of the valley, though all trained together.SG: 3. Training -rewrite-
Rows upon rows of white canvas tents filled the valley just a day's ride from the capitol
by ~Ebony-Snow
SignsDriving down the interstate in the middle of May, I have the map unfolded across the dashboard and you have frustration showing white in your knuckles. “Goddamnit,” you say, “how many times have we been cut off today?” I don’t answer because I’m searching the map hoping there’s a different exit we can take, because I don’t want to have to tell you we just missed the off ramp. The next one isn’t for another half-hour in which the following things happen: you swear at other drivers six more times, I lose count of the words you throw at me, and we move a little bit closerSigns
by ~Ebony-Snow
SG: 2. Memories -rewrite-Hunger. Darkness. No world existed to David except for the small cell. The belief that there had ever been anything else was harder to hold onto through the time he spent awake; the time he called ‘days’, though he had no idea if the sun controlled the sky, or if it was the less brilliant moon and stars. He remembered other things about the true world—the taste of fresh fruit, the scent of the crisp morning air, the warmth of summer—but with each waking moment they seemed further and further away, a fading dream.SG: 2. Memories -rewrite-
There was so little in his tiny prison that he lived f
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