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Summary: a monologue of things that are really no good for you, like love and drugs.
Inspiration: Honestly, I was sitting on the toilet seat, like a lady, peeing, like a lady, when I was thinking, like I usually do, about just a bunch of things, and I thought "I really had to be crazy to be with him, since he was always high ". And I just
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I don't share my writing with anybody that is in my life. Usually friends I've moved away from, so they're not part of my personal life anymore.
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I especially like: "I just realized that I’m speaking in a lot of clichés today, the kind of clichés bad poets use you know? Ha, listen to me-“He was my drug, our love was like a beautiful flower”. But maybe all my life is is bad poetry, just a series of exaggerations and clichés." That's a great set of lines.
My one critique is that you might want to play around with some of the pacing some, by which I mean all the "yeah"s and "I dunno"s. Sometimes there were so many of them close together that I found myself mentally stumbling over them, as I tried to visualize someone having to act this out and speak it on stage.
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Unfortunately, that is how I talk in real life, with my therapist, and this was modeled after recordings of my sessions.
However, it's not good fiction, so I'll probably go back and change it.
Thanks for the critique!
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