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sensitivitySensitivity.It never meant to hurt,A heart, beaten and hated,A masochistic hurt.A trigger of words,Playing with the unconscious mind of sensitivity,It never meant to hurt,It never meant to destroy.Little words,They really didn't,Really didn't mean it,Never meant it...Never meant to hurt.But it did.Sensitivity.A little thing really.To hate, to destroy, to be disgusted.Words that trigger sensitivityTriggered that,Within my self,It never meant to hurt.Words that trigger sensitivity.Hurt.
Speak, for I'm Calling: Ch.1The Ling Estate, Fire Nation水水水水水水The drips of water persisted through the mouth of the sink's pipe, creating an irking momentum to my already irked temper. Is this what life is? Lying down under the moon's eye and anticipating the conclusion of that drip-drip sound coming from the kitchen's pipe? My eyes drew back in exasperation as I fingered with the hem of my nightgown.I never gave much thought about my life
or the people who were in it. Had the cause not been due to my Father's crucial death last spring, I would have thought otherwise. Father had been a loyal man who carried out the duties of his nation. The Firelord had known that
He had also known about his woman - my mother
if that's the correct word to describe her.From the plotted death of my Father, who without argument was purposely attacked unarmed in the midst of the battle between the Northern Isles and the Southern Isles war