like i said in the intro to my story
dont blame me if none of this makes sence
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its just me
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and me alone
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**type wrighter stops and i stop and thinks while whispers into the darkness**
maybe i should stop writing such things of hate and pain
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for before that trail of thought came into my head i was happy ... for i thought that things could not get better than what they had bocome for me lately
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**glancing at the clock 1.15**
gezz i have been here a while maybe to long in fact.. i should get off here and get some sleep. but i cant . the thoughts of him fill my mind
**unable to control the pain a tear rolls down my face**damm these damm thoughts as i glance at the picture frames on the top of me fireplace ..
**runs up and smashes the pictureframes on the bed side table and looks down at the smashed glass and whispers**
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throught those picture frames of the old me
i see that those days are forever gone and now all there is was who i wanted to be . Not the person that i was
i look at these broken picture frames of us and it reminds me of how i used to be The happy soul before that horrible day..
i think about the things that you said and wonder how it was me i am smarter than that and how could i ever fell for your lies
i look at these picture frames or us and think of them as rotten memories so full of life in those pictures were all lies
and how i will look upon thos frames not as a picture but as a horrible memory
as if i have a bad dream and look rowards a future without no meaning
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i am no story teller...
as a matter a fact i have been able to create something i can finish within a period of time.
my teachers said that my ideas are all over the place
but i recon that its the way that im thinking and how my mind works
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i dont no why people see that as a bad thing at all i mean yer
its kinda hard to explain my style of writing but ill let you read for yourself
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this is me in the deepest parts of my mind ....
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and if you dont like it .... then dont read me
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