show me what my sacrfice has purchased...

it dawns on him that he was only being used. it seems that she only needed what he could provide for her. he is really heartbroken. he should have seen it coming. his life was always about people taking advantage of him. all his friends said it would be this way but he insisted she would be different. how could she do this to him? how could she stand there in front of him and lie to him everyday? he was completely honest to her and she toyed with his affection for a very long time. whenever she was broken by another he would be there to make her whole again. it took every piece of emotional energy for him to make her happy and she doesn't care about him at all. she cares more about others, who are more like strangers to her, than him. she seeks the company of the one who causes pain to her heart. she refuses to let him into her life because she says she has only one heart to give and she has already given it.

all this time he has given his blood, sweat, and tears for her, yet his sacrifice has purchased nothing but contempt and deceit. she refuses to speak to him now, preferring to withdraw into her daily life routine which somehow does not include him anymore. doesn't that say something about who she truly is? she only needed him if it suited her, but as soon as it got umcomfortable she dismissed him like he was nothing. she has turned a blind eye to him choosing to speak to his friends but not to him. does she not remember who was there for her when no one else was? does she not remember all the things he did for her? apparently not. she has not done a single thing for him in return. surely he deserves that much, but no, not a token, not a trifle, not one word of sincerity. instead he has purchased a lifetime of attitude, of pride, of blind and misguided friendship. only she can stop the bleeding now. she must cut his head off and end his suffering. only then will my master be at peace. she must do it soon for the years are fading fast.

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he came to her in the middle of the night. she was crying in pain. he did everything he could do to help her, but in the end it still wouldn't be enough. she still did not love him. he understands his place in her life. it is to be in the shadows far away from her heart but close at hand for anything she may desire. she will not let him touch her the way others may. he is not attractive or handsome like just in. he isn't as strong or big like match you. he cannot be embraced or held like reg e. he doesn't have her heart like see on. he still came to her in the middle of the night.

ten was far from perfect tonight, yet she is perfect to him in every way. her body was not whole and her spirit had been broken. he came to give aid and watch over her. he quietly crept away after he saw that she was going to be okay, for now. he will be her guardian and protector. she will not even remember that he was ever there. he will be her defender and counselor. she will not even remember who he really is to her. he will be her jester and minstrel. she will not even remember why she is so important to him. he will be her advocate and servant. she will not even remember where he has been to find her. ten was far from perfect tonight, but she will be perfect to him in every way.

the vampire's wings were clipped tonight and his fangs were pared away. she declawed him and crushed his weary bones into dust. she severed every nerve ending and every organ in his body, but she did not find a heart. she will be his sunrise and sunset. he will never feel the warmth of her touch on his skin. she will be his morning sun and evening star. he will never have the sweetest kiss only she can bestow on his lips. she will be his muse and inspiration. he will never hold her body close to his in his arms. she will be his beginning and ending. he will never be able to get her out of his mind or heart. the vampire's wings were clipped tonight and his fangs were pared away.

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like a candle in the window she appeared in the night to light his way to her. it was an unexpected twist of fate that she came into his life to rescue him from certain disaster. he was not at all prepared for this most pleasant and agreeable turn of events. she was radiant to him as they sat side by side for just a moment's time. it seemed like the night would never end and he never wanted it to. there was a soft and audacious aura around her, so he thought. he gazed on her fondly remembering what it was like to be with her. she had known him before, perhaps in a past life, but she knew him well now. as the night wore on they held each other in the fleeting glances on one another as if they were embracing. he beamed with joy and excitement and she was her simple and beautiful self.

he was a wandering ship on the verge of foundering amid tumultuous and dangerous troubled waters. she was a lighthouse of hope beaming into the night in search of her ship to bring him safely to harbor. he was searching for her all his existence but she had always been there waiting for him. irony brings out the best in them. she called to him as well. it was as if the fates tempted them to a chance meeting at this very point in time. he wants to know what she really wants. she wants to know if he really wants her. he will wait patiently until the answer is given. she will always be there for him. only time can tell the rest of this story.

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he saw her from afar today. she didn't see him. he thinks he prefers it that way. she sings beautifully just as he remembers. he tells me she is beautiful. he wanted to talk to her today. it seemed like just seeing her was not enough. he'll die to fight another day. he thinks she's mad at him. he's probably right. who could blame her. she would have every right to be. being in the same space with her makes him feel so small. the amount of insignificance he feels towards himself can be measured by a several million devices that would make your head spin a thousand different directions at once! if by chance her gaze would fall in his direction the result could be catastrophic. a fleeting glance, a hidden nod, a curious eyebrow would all have the same disastrous affect on him as the one before. he is satisfied knowing that she is safe out there among the living where no more harm from him could ever touch her. he is the land of the dead now. only they will see him for what he truly is. his body will be handed over to them who draw no breathe yet lurk in strange shadows. his soul will be kept in stasis until it is time to be released from its torment. thus is it and thus it shall remain. seasons they will always change but his life remains the same. thus it is and thus it shall remain.

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she sits there like someone he wants but can't have. she taunts him. she haunts him. she hurts him everytime he breathes. as if he could do anything to make her come to him. she sits there and stares back at him in the coldness of her eyes and the unwavering lengths of her long brown hair. he sits there and stares back at her in the warmth of past memories and passionate eyes that wander in astonishment. he makes advances at her but is repulsed time and time again. he wishes hard for her to take notice and come to him. she won't. he will keep at it with the tenacity of a rabid wolverine.

today was no different from any other day. she saw him, said nothing. he advanced. she repulsed. she didn't even speak to him really. they were in the same room together and she said nothing. he noticed her and gave her praise. she ignored him. he ached yet again. as he watched her go away again he felt dejected. he has nothing to offer her. she doesn't know that she can make him fly. she can make him the man he's always wanted to be. she can make him the happiest man in the world. she sees him as a speed bump on a racetrack. she sees him as a bug that needs to be squashed because it's being a nuisance. she doesn't see him at all. its like he never existed.

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