She smiles and we chat and the beast in my stomach roars. It twists and it growls and it bites. But I smiles and laugh. And she holds my heart in my hands, the blood dripping down her wrist. She wipes it away with a napkin, i try to cover the hole in my chest
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I agree. Never stop writing.
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you might work on your syntax and diction...interesting angsty bits here.
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now that i've been so critical, i hope that you don't find all of this meaningless, although it would be egotistical of me to expect you to appreciate it.
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- c
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