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All of this pain feels like it's been an eternity since I have been carrying them in my hands. I am tired now and can't walk anymore. Where do I bury the fragments of my heart?

I decided to write a story.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: MENTIONS OF DEATH,MURDER, AND VIOLENCE

Chapter 1- I’m God.

My brother does not have a grave. He now has nobody no no body. All I have now are notes he left in his books and I wished there were many,many yellow notes so I could keep reading his mind.

My brother does not have a grave and I could give him mine. But would he take it ?

My hands were never stained from blood ,not yet. So I’m not a sinner, yet. But I have a gun in my bag. How far will I go without being a sinner?

Mr. Winston's son had a vase in his room. It was an odd placement , with no match to its environment. The vase , bright yellow and golden stripes blinded me every time. But I always spent too much time looking at it. Maybe because I love yellow. Mr. Winston's son had a smile that I never liked -too fake and yet he wins people over,like the lottery.

“You don’t speak much do you ?” His smile falls casually. I nod.

He continues and this time like every single time ,it’s a proposition that rests on the table between us.

He slid the file to me.

Mr.Winston's son wants to kill his father. He wants me to kill his father. I’ve never killed any father and only watched mine die , but to get to this room , that is enough.

Mr.Winston’s son wants me to kill his father and mostly I would have said no. But my brother is dead and I can only blame two - Mr. Winston and God.

So for just a day, I want to play God.

When I agree to his proposal, I see doubt lingering in his eyes. I’ve only lived as long as him but I read people like I’ve been alive for years.

He gifts me a gun and salvation.

I don’t smile as I leave.

💮Be careful what you perceive or learn from your past. You can't turn something into your source of pain and a jealousy of not being enough from where you were suppose create your strong fundamentals and nurture yourself. Be careful as well, whom you reveal it to. Your past isn't worthy of to be put out amidst every little argument. Putting up your past, this could be one of the easiest ways to break someone. Don't push yourself into that pathetic version of you.💮

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Sometimes, it's a potential to heal when we see some people, at the end of the day, has taken out some time for themselves, after being there for everyone and everything, they repair, rearrange and heal some old scratches. They aren't usually the rotten hearts among us. It's an inspiration itself to see the self care, the intensity of the love for themselves and the way they keep coming back to home to themselves even after flowing through earthly lives. Isn't it an ambition enough of not to lose yourself even when you're camouflaging amidst the crowds?

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💮 So, this is my first post on tumblr, and I hold an insta acc : @shreen.writes as well where my other writeups could be found. Basically my content is based on thoughts, quotes or small poetries as this ( basically random thoughts). So, hope I'd be able to get supports from everyone, and I'll be always trying my best. Thank You.

I just realised that all the writing prompts I’ve seen on Pinterest, are actually from this app.