\How can there be happiness when there is such hatred in the world?\1
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Yes, he told me the love story was all in my head. He said that every word had been a lie, and every silent message had been 'severely misinterpreted'.3
After his denying of reality, the rain let up. When I tilted my head away from his view, and my gaze shifted out the window, I saw the sun breaking deliberately from behind a few lingering rain clouds.4
I imagined, then, that the clouds would suck me up and away, to meld into the sky and then fall piece by piece, again into the muddy ground. 5
The dream overcame me and my eyes closed of their own accord, but even so I heard his angry breathing, and then the furious thud of his lead boots stomping out the door.6
Which, he proceded to slam.7
My eyes opened and for a moment I saw a phantom of his coat resting on the table, pretending to myself that he would return awkwardly, grab it with an embarressed look, and then stomp out again while trying to regain the previous effect of fury.8
His coat wasn't there, but the imagined scene still made me smile.9
Author notes
An idea for a series of mostly unrelated pieces, that I'm probably never going to get to because I can't write and I'm in too pissy of a mood to write anything here that could make anyone care.
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This reminds me of something you would read on an english exam, and have to interpret to death. Which makes me realize how much I like reading open-ended stories like this without having to interpret them to death.
This is amazing; i really would enjoy for you to post the rest of the unrelated pieces.
Ps. I'll always care. ♥
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wowww what a cute poem I really like it it's awsome it has a nice flow and all comes together very nicely, good job <33333333
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