The Beginning of the EndA Chapter by BuniheartI always come back to the place where i took my first breath. In my mind’s eye, its so beautiful, carefree and pure. I always come back to the place where i took my first steps. In the corners of my heart, it is engraved. In every fiber of my being, it entwines itself - telling the story of a girl i once knew. And to this very place, i’ve lost myself to. To this place, i am it's prisoner. Sometimes, i feel that the moment, i come back to it - i might lose everything all together. Who would have thought, that the same place that brought me happiness, could be the climax of my downfall. Tell me, i’m still sane. Tell me, im not a prisoner and tell me again. And I’ll tell you... her story. I always say this, in every story I write 'that life is like a blank canvas; colourless and free'. With vivid colours, she painted hers - in the summer haze of careless, carefree days. Some ask, 'but what colours did she paint them in?' while others say, 'it must have been bright-shouting colours'. However, in truth, as it may have seemed as though she vividly painted her canvas, beneath it all was nothingness. A deep nothingness filled with void and pain, deeper than the depths of space. For in pain was she born, and in struggles did she scream out to paint her canvas. And, as it is, i will paint for you and whatever you may make of it - her only wish, is to see her as she is. A girl called Pain. © 2012 BuniheartAuthor's Note
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5 Reviews Added on April 11, 2012 Last Updated on April 12, 2012 AuthorBuniheartBrampton, Ontario, CanadaAboutI've been creating stories from as long as i could remember. Stories about people, experiences and the emotions they brought. I love to keep it real, with bits of comedy here and there, while expres.. more..Writing
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