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Me, myself and I

Short story By: XUXIKI

Tags: Life

My alter ego.

Submitted:May 8, 2007    Reads: 172    Comments: 3    Likes: 0   

Why are you writing my love. Why are you posting you pain. Do you want the whole world to know that you are not gay? Why bother others with your lust? Keep it all inside. Bottle the passion and put a pricetag on it. Shelf it in your mind. As the years pass, the value will grow. You will be priceless. A collector's item.

Why do you want me to not be loved? Why do you want me to just bleed inside. It is a mess in here. I can't even label the bottles anymore. Everything is mixed, where is the lust, where is the passion. So much hatred, so much envy. If I start bleeding on the outside, do you think my blood will be green? Or maybe it will be black, I can't imagine it being red.So what if I post my pain? There's no more bottles left inside of me, no more tags have been made. Do you think that means that I am dead now? Why would I stop?

Now you are cheap love. All your bottles are gone. You aren't worth anything. Who would want you now. There's no mystery surrounding you. All your bottles have been read. You're not even worth being called you. Even for that you at least need a pricetag. I told you not to post it, but you never listen to me anyway.

How can I listen to you? First you told me that no one likes a mystery. Be open love, what's the use of bottling everything up. You were not meant to have bottles inside of you. Why are you labelling stuff. You can't put a label on that, That can't be bottled and there's no price even I can put on that. And I listened to you, I Bled my life in red, Splattered all over the walls. My Blood became as white as snow. And then.... then you told me I am not black enough to cry, not green enough to breath, not red enough to talk. You told me lies! You butchered my heart and I believed you still. So let me be, let me do what I need.

Ahh. But my love, without me, there is no you. I am you, you are me. You think there's someone else inside here, someone sinister out to kill you. I am the good, when you are evil, I am the evil, when you are good, I am you. If I let you be, there wil be no you. So do what you need.

Stop pestering me you two! I have had enough of your constant yapping. I am the master here, you answer to my questions. Kill yourself and let there be silence. I don't need you anymore. Your constant crying and constant lecturing have made me mad now, I will lead. You will follow.


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