{"id":39,"date":"2006-04-07T14:39:00","date_gmt":"2006-04-07T22:39:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.puremassacre.com\/?p=39"},"modified":"2006-04-07T14:39:00","modified_gmt":"2006-04-07T22:39:00","slug":"its-killing-me","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.puremassacre.com\/?p=39","title":{"rendered":"It&#8217;s Killing Me"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a onblur=\"try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}\" href=\"http:\/\/photos1.blogger.com\/blogger\/3571\/2228\/1600\/lovehurts.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" style=\"margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;\" src=\"http:\/\/photos1.blogger.com\/blogger\/3571\/2228\/320\/lovehurts.jpg\" alt=\"\" border=\"0\" \/><\/a><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-family:arial;\">Tenatively, she looked into the eyes of her heart&#8217;s thief seeking a glint of emotion and words that just might hint endearance. Yet, all she could sense was their disregard. In it&#8217;s embrace, she found neglectness, in  their spite she found pain. Why couldn&#8217;t they see the passion and affection she longed to set free.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family:arial;\">Captured and bound in the chain of his stares, she saw her demise slowly. Those eyes, will never share the same interest thats killing and wounding her heart.Why&#8217;s this always the intermission  of a never ending pain, torture and bitterness she&#8217;s always been acquainted with?<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family:arial;\">She stood feeling caged by this beast. Her desired captivator  has no sense of her longing, denying her the release she needs&#8230;  Not able to withstand this sorrow, she closed her bruised and sobbing eyes hoping to calm the racing heartbeat as she kneeled towards&#8230;&#8230;..<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family:arial;\">To Be Continued&#8230;..<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family:arial;\">am going to be out of control for the next two days, thinking  will not be another update for awhile or till i understand this&#8230;.(&#8212;&#8211;)!?! \ud83d\ude41 i wanted to post another doodle but ooooof not workin scan&#8230;..i guess it is &#8220;scanning life&#8221;. the picture above is beautiful, found it on the internet. :P. adios for awhile..don&#8217;t miss me too much &#8230;.hehehe \ud83d\ude00<br \/>\n<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Tenatively, she looked into the eyes of her heart&#8217;s thief seeking a glint of emotion and words that just might hint endearance. Yet, all she could sense was their disregard. In it&#8217;s embrace, she found neglectness, in their spite she found pain. Why couldn&#8217;t they see the passion and affection she longed to set free. [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.puremassacre.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/39"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.puremassacre.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.puremassacre.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.puremassacre.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.puremassacre.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=39"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.puremassacre.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/39\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.puremassacre.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=39"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.puremassacre.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=39"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.puremassacre.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=39"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}