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A FEW THINGS TO THINK ABOUT WHILE RIDING THE BUS...CollateralSamira lowers her voice too loud... she thnksher thoughts consuming everything that was presently intrinsic.this secretshe thinks...this secret can't be toldhow she had come to know what she dares not know? She can't remember...she thinksWhat happens to us now?This, being what it was; to have the knowledge that she had chosen to inhale, a price would have to be paid.its worth itHer mind was concealed. Only one person consumed this abnormal secret other than herself and Samira was astounded by her. To know such a person. For someone to trust her to such an enormous extent; exalting her so highly to ensure secrecy.An honor to her existance.Samira knew of this girls peculiarity...knew that it was there for a reason. But what is this word, peculiar? A word of judgement; thats it...thats all.She felt no discomposure for this fact.Noone had ever aprehended to give this astounding mind one chance and when they walked together, people filled with hatered flew around them like demon posessed crows.She ignored this form of human judgement, yet something was disorientated.Such an illuminate person had not a friend in the world until Samira had occupied her presence. A lonely soul searching for but one friend who would accept her bizarre thoughts.And then she...For one day she was a searching soul not knowing what she might discover.herTurning her head over her shoulder every step she took, not knowing if there was a posibility of someone being too conveniently at hand. Could they by chance read Samiras thoughts...hear them?Was it possible that a subconcious could be too loud?With what she had learned only one night prior, anything was possible in this deceitful world.her mind searching for a reality, pulling tears to her eyes, not knowing what she would do with the remains of her pathetic life. This girl had shown her things...things that noone could positively suspect in their lifetime.Only Samira...but why me?eyes begining to weaken, she stood there...still...almost thereshe thought as she exhailed. her nerves shuttering with perplexity. everything else was unessential to her being.herthats it...thats all...Five minutes away and their ghosts would meet, their thoughts would be mutual, their speech would be uncontrolable. What an astounding feeling it would be...releif...The blackness of the sky was an effortless attempt to slow her aproaching human. She stared at the sky knowing that it's glory was completely irrefutable.she sees something in the distance...under the streetlight. a creature of undescribable sublimity.could it be...She peers carefully with clenched eyelids...it was...herSamiras heart began to clobber her insides as she unknowingly quickened her pace. Only seconds away from this keen addiction. She would feel as she did before, like she had never felt until they had come accross eachother. Such rare meaning to ones life. To live for someone. To yearn for someone elses existance; their knowledge.their eyes were fixated upon eachother. Contributing to eachothers emotions.so many emotionsWas it possible? After so little time, that Samira could feel so strongly for someone as she did with this being?Her thoughts were perpetual. Closer they became...almost therebeautifulher hands, her face, her feet, her hair...astonishing...yet in all of this glory, something was oddly sophistical...Samira thought. For this beauty of whom was so physically close, yet so far away was not calmly composed as normal... no something was different... Samira stood there in the blackness of the merciless night as this creature of fascination began to tare her lips apart. A torturous noise began to escape them...a price must be paidSamiras eyes began to dampen, for she knew...she remembered. They had spoken of it in a dream.everything was suddenly materialised...tears abounding down there faces, and this red liquid she could taste in her mouth and envision inside her eyes was like a single sorce of hope that might bring a smile to this fucked up world.She too was screaming, but not for fear of her being...but a fear of losing everything she had come accross.Life was only present now; never before beautiful until...hera price was to be paidSamira lay on the street, unmoving in the darkness. She sees but one thing...She is astounding.Her tears falling on Samiras face and she kisses them away...her one aquaintance...not meant to have any other.The knowing of this prolonged secret was final... true, completewe'll find eachother again...one daya final word to be felther...a price to be paid
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