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Tonight, give us 100 words about what comes after. Interpret how you like.
The after is always the same no matter what it is. The high wears off, people leave, after its all gone she is all gone, with this hole and ache, a crash of chemistry and heart. The sheets grow cold, the house goes silent. The body screams and the soul goes dry. After is the worst part of nearly everything. There is no ache if there is no end and she can't stop anything from ending except her using.
There is more, there is continuous, and is no ache, no pain, no emptiness. If nothing hurt then nothing was broke.
The after is always the same no matter what it is. The high wears off, people leave, after its all gone she is all gone, with this hole and ache, a crash of chemistry and heart. The sheets grow cold, the house goes silent. The body screams and the soul goes dry. After is the worst part of nearly everything. There is no ache if there is no end and she can't stop anything from ending except her using.
There is more, there is continuous, and is no ache, no pain, no emptiness. If nothing hurt then nothing was broke.