the cold stillness of death, the warmth of the people that stand next to the one that wish to be like them, it wants to love, to cry, to feel like they do with out having to ask why its suposed to feel like that. yet it knows it cant. its been lied to and cheated on and even hurt in ways normal people dont understand. it sits in the darkness with people trying to help it. it dosnt know if it should yet it does...the feelings it gets from them confused it but it continues to try and like all of the feelings. trying to returen them to the one giving it to it but it can never get it right. it always screws it up.
