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While going through a box the other day I happened upon a few pieces of paper (two are dated 2001, so I will assume the third was written the same year). One had lyrics to the song Hanging By A Moment by Lifehouse, one was a strange dream I had, and the other was the following:
His words leapt through the air, hissing of fire, lashing at her like a whip. Cutting her; breaking her. She stood there trying to fight it off. Her heart stung for a moment. Without warning the whip he wielded cut her again and again. There was no way to avoidance. She gave in. Peacefully she drifted above, watching as her heart split with each new crack of his whip. She thought this flight would free her of the pain. But there was still an aching within her.