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7 Deadly Sins

Sin is not hurtful because it is forbidden, but it is forbidden because it is hurtful.

He would never know how my soul burnt in flames and he did nothing but rekindle the light. He did nothing, but pull me down in the bowels of the earth, leaving me to stare at my own scalds; craving a single dewdrop to heal me.

I’m sure it wasn’t his intention to ravage me like he did; he probably thought he was powerless, and sometimes he was completely ignorant of the battle taking place in my chest. The battle between the Good and the Evil, but this one was uneven. Every time.

He can save me now. If he finds out soon enough, he can be my salvation. Or I’ll be condemned to drain the last dregs of my conscience, without even meaning to.

This is a love story in my own way;
happily ever after, above the neck.


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I got this idea from a project on Flickr. There’s not going to be too much angst, I promise. It’s a simple love story. I think Pete Wentz fictions are in freefall lately.

I do not own: The idea, the pictures, Pete Wentz (well, duh).
I do own: The plot, the layout, the main character.

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