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I reluctantly gave you the bits of my heart to piece back together so that I could start to love once again, for it had been much too long since I had had someone to sing me a song of such love and such warmth that no other could give a song that, without, I surely would not live You took all the fragments and try as you might, you didn't piece my heart together quite right you tried and you tried, determined I saw and though it had make your hands quite raw You never gave up, no not even once even after it took you so many months and so, I had realized, that was the start of the never-ending day that you stole my heart.

The Big Blue Box

You sat behind your desk, glancing at your three guests. You had done enough of your homework to be able to tell who you were dealing with. One tall, sturdily built man with a large goatee, and a misleading name: Jayne. Your right hand man, Micah, had already told you that he had tried to slip in with more than a few well-hidden weapons on his person. He was the muscle. His eyes never seemed to stay in one place. He was obviously used to having the advantage. And here, he didn't. Not with your three body guards in the room with eyes on him. One woman, with a cold stare and a mass of curly brown hair. She was obviously the Captain's second

Trigger Warning- attempted suicide There you stand, opened heart, opened doors Full of life with a world that's wanting more But I can see when the lights start to fade The day is done and your smile has gone away    You sat on your bed, gun resting in your lap, fingers wrapped limply around the butt of the weapon. Your eyes were red from crying, tears streaking down your cheeks and neck, dampening the collar of your shirt. You were tired. Tired of hurting, tired of feeling empty and anxious and worthless and just so gorram alone. You were done.    Your hands were shaking as you lifted the weapon. It felt infinitely heavy as you turne