I want everyone to do me a huge favor. I'm trying to work on my writting. I want EVERYONE to ask me a serious question. I wont answer it necessarily. I just need questions that will make me think.
Think about the history of the last few bucks you hold in your hands... like where ist been, maybe it's been washed, maybe your mother once held it in her hands years ago...
A question to make you ponder, and/or put you in a characters shoes. How would it feel to watch the love of your life share themselves to others freely in front of you? How would it feel to know at the end of the night, what you held in your arms was the left overs of someone elses satisfaction? How would it feel to lie awake, staring at the ceiling, knowing the love of your life was off loving someone else? How would it feel to realize you were pathetic and stupid to put up with the pain, but you still accepted their sharing ways? How would it feel to be used, and used, and used...and just accept it all? - How would it feel to know the love of your life wasn't really 'love', but you accepted it because you felt it was the only love you'd ever receieve?
Something to make you ponder. Something to make you think. Something to turn the wheels. Something to provoke the ink.
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How would it feel to watch the love of your life share themselves to others freely in front of you? How would it feel to know at the end of the night, what you held in your arms was the left overs of someone elses satisfaction? How would it feel to lie awake, staring at the ceiling, knowing the love of your life was off loving someone else? How would it feel to realize you were pathetic and stupid to put up with the pain, but you still accepted their sharing ways? How would it feel to be used, and used, and used...and just accept it all?
- How would it feel to know the love of your life wasn't really 'love', but you accepted it because you felt it was the only love you'd ever receieve?
Something to make you ponder. Something to make you think.
Something to turn the wheels. Something to provoke the ink.
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