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He by res32, journal
He
He was small and weak. He never was built to be the alpha. He was always afraid, tense and worried. He couldn't speak out his thoughts. Nobody knew he existed. "Will anyone notice if I died?", he always wondered. But he couldn't take it any longer. The world was taking over his life and he had to fight back. He had to be the warrior. He had to be a winner. He wanted respect and knew that winners are respected. He admired winners, and thought others did too. He fought and fought till he would become
what he wanted to be. He never cheated, well, not till today. Winning had become everything to him. He couldn't let all his hard work go to was
Your Green by thesleeplessgo, literature
Literature
Your Green
I never understood the hype about green eyes. They're green, isn't that it? I never understood why people would melt at the sight of them, as if they saw more than eyes, but emeralds- pristine, perfectly cut, and shining. But, they're just eyes. Green eyes.
I have to admit, though, the moment I saw your eyes... I knew. Call it whatever you will, cliche even, but your eyes are magic. They're more than just eyes, they're forests. I could wander off into them, and end up where the trees are at least a hundred feet tall, with canopies so lush, I could forget the color of the sky.
( I'm starting to think that stardust is green. Somewhere, when a
