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The Journalist.
Alone.
He sits in his dimmed cubicle.
Typing away at his
Latest story.
Sure to win the eyes of
Millions of readers
All across the continent.
He makes it a point to know
everything
about
everyone.
Every.
Last.
Detail.
He does all of this
Without the ability
To write a even a paragraph
About himself.
He's tied up.
He's far from free.
Alone.
He sits in his dimmed cubicle.
Typing away at his
Final story.
His suicide note.
No one makes it a point
To know
Anything about
His final moments.
Every.
Last.
Detail.
No one will know the details
Of how the bullet went through his head.
How he had written her name on it,
So he would know that she was the last thing
To cross his mind.
He falls upon his desk.
It's the first time in years
He feels like
He's been
Untied.
*Anyone got any ideas on how to make that better? They would be greatly appreciated. I think it might be a little to random...
<3Yours Truly.
Alone.
He sits in his dimmed cubicle.
Typing away at his
Latest story.
Sure to win the eyes of
Millions of readers
All across the continent.
He makes it a point to know
everything
about
everyone.
Every.
Last.
Detail.
He does all of this
Without the ability
To write a even a paragraph
About himself.
He's tied up.
He's far from free.
Alone.
He sits in his dimmed cubicle.
Typing away at his
Final story.
His suicide note.
No one makes it a point
To know
Anything about
His final moments.
Every.
Last.
Detail.
No one will know the details
Of how the bullet went through his head.
How he had written her name on it,
So he would know that she was the last thing
To cross his mind.
He falls upon his desk.
It's the first time in years
He feels like
He's been
Untied.
*Anyone got any ideas on how to make that better? They would be greatly appreciated. I think it might be a little to random...
<3Yours Truly.