Good-Bye

Apr 03, 2005 14:28


Tears streaming down her face, she sat perfectly parallel at her antique desk, writing the most important letter of her life. She wrote furiously across the notebook paper, and as the letter progressed, it became stained with her tears and blood. Every couple of minutes, she reached over to her sunshine yellow tissue box, so she could dry her brown ( Read more... )

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15morbid_grl20 April 4 2005, 00:33:02 UTC
I liked that.

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singinsweetie7 April 11 2005, 00:09:42 UTC
sweet-ass ending my darling

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