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We met at the same date, venue and time, yet everything went so differently that time. That one time. I wish I had helped John on his assignment that day after school that I would never have to see horrors unfold that certain day of my existence I shall never forget. The Writerβs Circle was something I had been going every two weeks, for myself, of course, but also for Melinda. I saw something in...
We were in a garden full of violet lilies, there was sunshine in the air, every face I saw was highlighted with excessive face tune, it was as if a face tune app had bodied itself to the two souls wondering around in the garden, as I turned around in slow motion in this paradise, my mother enclosed me into a capacious hug. I was confused the entire time; it was like hugging someone after telling them their loved one lived no more. Where you would expect despair and dejection, you felt empty. Suddenly, the paradise...
The day Riley was hospitalized, I felt sympathy towards her, as a sister, but as a betrayer, I had no longer wished to be related to her. When she passed away , unawake from her coma for over two months, it was almost inhuman that I felt liberty, an ease at confinement, happy even, but later on I realized that every remaining day of my miserable life caged such emotions in me that no soul would ever agree that money and fame is all one requires in life.Β
I am very fond of writing. I have a good fashion sense. I think Spanish is a ghetto language, I'm learning it.
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