There is just something captivating about the following lines, can't put my finger on it except to commend you on your writing style and description of events. In addition, it makes me as the reader want to delve in further.
There's a boy with a hand on her best friend's arm, and the puddled corpse of a pie in the street, as her eyes narrow in contempt at the would be Lancelot. There is no good for the sake of good, not in New York, not from hormonally charged teenage boys with tongues hanging metaphorically from their mouths.
When he offers Chuck a matching set for that blackened eye she takes notice, smirks derisively at the ape like manner of which he conducts himself, but finds something admirable in the way he defends the pathetic hanger on that is his sister.
blair, i'll wander the streets, avoiding them eats, until the ring on my finger slips to the ground. a gift to the gutter, a gift to the city, the veins of which have broken me down.
dan, and I hide behind these books I read, while scribbling my poetry, like art could save a wretch like me, with some ideal ideology, that no one could hope to achieve. and I'm never real, it's just a sketch of me, and everything I've made is trite and cheap, and a waste of paint, of tape, of time.
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There's a boy with a hand on her best friend's arm, and the puddled corpse of a pie in the street, as her eyes narrow in contempt at the would be Lancelot. There is no good for the sake of good, not in New York, not from hormonally charged teenage boys with tongues hanging metaphorically from their mouths.
When he offers Chuck a matching set for that blackened eye she takes notice, smirks derisively at the ape like manner of which he conducts himself, but finds something admirable in the way he defends the pathetic hanger on that is his sister.
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I support this
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