....Boredism
Hey...I wrote something weird. It was fun though, read it if your cared.
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She sat on her bed with a notebook and pen.
"Today is your last..." This is where we begin:
I fucking loved you...and thought you were the one. You tored me to pieces--I'm so glad we're done. You were nothing to me, but why am I lying? You were everything, I feel like I'm dying. Why is your image still etched in my head? Why do I wish you were fucking dead? Why are you lying on the floor? Were you not just walking out the door? Tell me why my hands are stained with red. What am I doing with your head? Why is your body now sprawled on the table? Why am I feeling so unstable? Why am I trembling with fear? Who fucking did this to my dear? Oh, yes...that's right, it was all me. I saved you, love, I set you free.
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She sat on her bed with a notebook and pen.
"Today is your last..." This is where we begin:
I fucking loved you...and thought you were the one. You tored me to pieces--I'm so glad we're done. You were nothing to me, but why am I lying? You were everything, I feel like I'm dying. Why is your image still etched in my head? Why do I wish you were fucking dead? Why are you lying on the floor? Were you not just walking out the door? Tell me why my hands are stained with red. What am I doing with your head? Why is your body now sprawled on the table? Why am I feeling so unstable? Why am I trembling with fear? Who fucking did this to my dear? Oh, yes...that's right, it was all me. I saved you, love, I set you free.