He was sick of feeling empty inside
Only self-pity seemed to fill the void, and he knew that wasn’t healthy
Looking out over the storm-tossed ocean waves, he wondered what to do
Love felt so far away, somewhere out there past the emotional gray horizon
Of course, even if he got out there it might not help
Walking away from the water, he tried to convince himself that being full wouldn’t feel all that great
Every nerve in her body screamed get the hell out!
Xenon lights flashing DANGER filled her subconscious.
It was time to get up and get out EXCEPT her boy was in there somewhere.
That’s why she gripped her sword tighter as she threw open the door.
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