2190The secret… …was bitingly venomous and chronic and beautiful and it spread like the very instant fire would lick a cigarette. The fuming, sweet smoke that enveloped between skin and flesh consumed the thin vacancy in between to fulfill the half empty, unknowingly incomplete chest of an unknowingly incomplete person. I scarred just between center-left my shoulders…2190
Two years of bite after bite after bite, and I ached little by little and more and more. The pain was a kind of aching that hurts and wounds and scabs but never bleeds in ways that a blood would flow. And the pain only grows bigger and deeper
Nightmare...Gloomy and hazy as most dreams begin, it was all too mundane at first, insignificant and easily forgotten. And not remembering how one thing led to another, and he was dead...Nightmare...
A quick fatality, snapping his neck before the car even collided on the concrete. Every thought of him winked at me once, only to reveal the image of his soon to be cold corpse, still strapped with a seatbelt as if that has made any clear safety benefit. I streamed of hot, violent tears, rolling profusely till my throat would scab up a drought.
There was a girl, as I was at the church. Her face unrecognizable. Yet she wept for him as well. She was no one f
Preference 
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So there I was.. Spittin' on my goldfish trying to keep 'em alive!
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