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But what happens if you still love them? What happens if after all of
that you can't stop caring about them, nor missing her smile? The
tender pressure of her nimble little sized 4 ˝ fingers, trembling as
they hold you ever so close, “You never wanted to leave her did you?
Wanted to stay with her forever? Combine!” I shiver & cry as my
life (What life?) is ending in front of me. She is gone, &
there is nothing I can do about it.
“But O is there something I can do about it!” It has to end tonight,
him, them, her! For they have already been counted among the dead. Yet
you may think me mad! Mad, sad, bad, all over a girl, a girl from
another world, a world long surpassed with sadness, sorrow, &
pain. Well we shall see, “We shall see tonight!”
I pick up the remote, slowly turning off the video tape as the actor on
the screen says a few last words “Not a good day to be a bad guy, huh
Skank?” “A skank covered in Phushia!” I snicker as I walk out
the front door.
Sometimes when the strings are cut they are just left there, hanging,
loose ends. Most people ignore them, they happen so often by just the
smallest snags in our lives. But I can't, for me they must be knotted
up, fused, finished!
“BANG!” That is when I tied one in my hair, that is when I became one
step closer, one man closer to the edge. “Dead souls are calling me
through the night Dejáne! Can you hear them? No? Then here how about I
give you your ear!” I shout as I thrust it up his rear, just as he
thrusted something up mine! “No mercy for you, May God grant you the
mercy that I can not!”
“Wait until they find him, wait until they see. Wait until they find
him, do you think they shall suspect me!” “His body will be by the
window, the other by the door, I wonder what they shall say when they
see he has been treated like a whore.” I cackle, O how funny.
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