the writings of s.
Monday, September 21, 2009 @ Lie
“And when she divulged the best things, he consumed it all. He was a hungry baby, ready to take what was put before his immature lips. The best things, the things she held dear. He ate it and started speaking the words. And the words formed brilliant stories, plucked from her thoughts and plagiarized with the most innocent of smiles.”

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I write for myself, and she is never happy.
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