Dream of Doors...
No don't do it please i-i didn't mean to ignore you i was so busy with other things and with my parents taking me somewhere else for vacation..,
Please..d-don't leave me..,
He lays there kneeling on the ground reaching a hand towards the slowly closing doors a hand on his chest where his heart is or more liek used to be..,
i'm sorry...i wasn't good enough was i?...i tried though...i guess it wasn't enough...,
A tear drop softly slides down his eyelid going down his cheek till it reaches his chin dropping to the ground making a ripple that slowly swallows him up,
He lowers his hand,putting it on the ground leaning his head back letting the tears fall from his eyes a sad smie on his face,
...I tried for you guys....but i guess they took me....and i wasn't strong enough to fight back...to stay longer...atleast for a few minutes...seconds..of your time...,
Now what remains is the top part of his shoulders and his head...,
I wish...i could have more...time...but unfortunately i know i can't have it...since time is daily used and wasted...,
And i like one of them....wasted mine in pittiful things...i guess...this is punishment you could say..,
He dissapears completely vanishing from existence forever....,
Someone out there is breathign and sweating heavily from a Dream.....of Doors..
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