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| Wars by � goeswith3faces Like a slug creeps over a knife�s edge Slowly Time seems to stand still No way back No way forwards No way out Feeling the knife�s cold near his heart with every move a little bit closer His heart beats faster but he can�t get enough air to breathe Knowing end is near Nightmares becomes true when in burning pain the knife finds its way to his heart A scream without voice Fear A little, warm hand takes his, banishing his nightmares with its touch away and guides him slowly back to life. When he opens his eyes, he looks into the sparkling eyes of his eleven years old daughter, sparkling like thousand stars of magic. An excusing, warm-hearted smile brightens his face and a teardrop runs over his cheek, when he realizes that there are no more reasons to fear � ~ goes-with-three-faces ~ |
