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The earring glittered on it's bed of gold--
Wait! What sort of cliche beginning is that? I'm supposed to be an ORIGINAL narrator, not some sort of spouter-of-things-already-said! Let's try that again.
"Hello," said the earring mysteriously.
Ah, much better!
I really cannot think of anything good to say. Hmm. At least I'm typing. That's a step up from where I was before. I suppose that this will help NOURISH (heh-heh, see what I did there?) my writing skills.
Bleh.
Pins and needles prick my mind. I am a road going into the distance. Each step I take is permanent, an infinite study of perspective in some shape-jagged art class. My leaves are my hair, and they fall to the path one by one, each moment covering me and destroying me at once. I’d bless a flame.
The heartache suffuses my soul, again. I want to tell her of life, and joy, and life immortal, but nobody will listen, and I don't know what to do. I must beat through the bush, but the bush keeps moving. Each branch has a mind of its own, this burning bush of lies...
I thought today was Easter. I thought that joy was supposed to be springing from people like branches. It isn't. The screaming voices dig into my head, and they won't stop...I'm not sure why...
Did I mess up?
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