Have you ever thought about what life would be like if you hadn’t left?
“Don’t let go, Michael.” he says.
Cinching the skin on his back, your nails dig in as deep as they can.
Don’t let go.Do you remember staring at the rain: those liquid grenades descending and exploding on the gravel, the smell of dirt and wet pavement thick under your nose?
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Wonderful, as always. It's been a long time. Welcome back.
I've been wondering about you for a while now.
Glad to see you're okay--or at least that you're posting again.
We've missed you.
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Your writing is so deep, dark and puts me in another world. Just one thing.... your writing needs to get darker, deeper into that thick membrane of yours and get into others heads. I know you can do it. Its a question of living up to a challenge.
If you can do that... I'll be your forever more number 1' fan!
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