Whoisrgl

Whoisrgl

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polo

I pulled out the ragged garment, which had spent years incarcerated in the closet. It looked lonely and devoid of personality, apathetic.

The drive there had been long. Fields of pavement, stretching endlessly. He sat waiting for her at the gates for what seemed like an eternity. She'd only been gone for two months. Her ocean blue's starred at him endlessly in his mind. He panicked, pacing around frantically. Had the grainy desert sand changed what they once had, or was it all just a mirage?

I sat on the edge of my red leather chair wondering, when would the tyranny of fighting one's own mind would end. When would she walk past the trees into the clearing to meet me with a satisfied grin.

The rain poured in his head,pounding the toxic walls of his skull. It rained perpetually, for years.

The words shot out of her mouth like a proverbial bullet, piercing me center chest. I felt my aorta rip off at the seam. I could only lay there and watch the blood flow out of me like the Ganges.

pupil

I looked to my left, ocean finally colliding with the earth. I fell deep into the void that lay in her eyes.

His lack of interest, got him so bizarre glances, especially from the elder. He quite frankly could not give a shit less about, anything.

He got on his knee's, cupped his hands together and sobbed. He prayed, and he prayed, because he was so desperate. He looked for something more. Finally he got up,realizing just how foolish he had become.

I'm not a very creative person. It's taken a lot for me to come up with the little words that are already present on this page. Nothing fuels it; not booze, not weed, not women.

hero

Was she the one he had sought after, late on those cold, endless, paranoia ridden nights? Was this the end of his two year mental incarceration? Impossible, he thought, girls like that only exist in the mind.

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WhoisRGL wrote about canopy
“He leaned against the balcony, looking sternly at the semi-rotting wood. It had been decaying slowly by the torrential rains and winds, just like his insides had, over this year of melancholy.”

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