Friend is a four letter word
My body is shaking; my lips quiver as I stare into his eyes. I search his face but it yields no register of the words I had just spoken. I stand there, waiting for him to say something, anything.
I’ve been dreading this moment. For weeks it’s been building. And now that its here I can barley catch my breath. My heart beats so heavily that I fear it will betray me. I put on my mask and try to stay composed, inside I die a little.
Till next we meet,
Paul
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very nice... reminds me of a story some one once told...
i need to talk to someone. real bad. ive been have thoughts and stuff ( not suicidal)
hey , something needs an update! lol......
bbtw i dont care if you are at uni. lol.
This entry was written on my birthday... and since there's been no update since then, I'm trying to figure out if the whole thing is an elaborate prank drawing a metaphor for the death of my literary life and the fact that this article is about the end of... a relationship? A good coffee (which would explain the shaking I suppose..)? I just don't know!
>cough<
Continue good sir. I've un-closeted myself to write this! (Additionally, if I haven't scared you into hiding in your closet cradling a rifle, then come say hi on my blog sometime)
Jimzip :D
I think two months is adequate time to have thought up a new post by now paul. Why don't you have a rant...about how my blogs are so long? You seem so... enraged by my lengthy posting. :)
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