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He laughed as he embraced her on top of that mountain. The smooth breeze rustled the tall grass and the trees that surrounded them and the city lights glimmered around them but he didn't notice, all he could do is feel her, hold her, love her.
Turn the corner
turn the page
turn around
stand on a stage
get your praise
leave
age
i hate corners
they suck.
Theres a peace in forgetting things.Being oblivious to everything that has happened in the past. Maybe thats part of the great things of being human. Maybe it's a survival technique. I don't think that anyone who can't forget would neccesarilly survive that long. God knows i wouldn't. God knows i barely can.
All around the streets where painted with litter and trash as the violence raged from the side walk. The sewage had spilled over the gutters and boiled out much like the homeless and drunks did to the metropolis. A bottle thrown and along the sides the streets no longer painted with spray but with blood of those the city wished to through down to the gutters once more.
The thin boy took another drag of his ciggarette as he looked around. The world was wet, it looked as though the sky was falling down. His plaid shirt draped his body like a curtain. It was far too big for him, considering the size he had gotten. He bought it months ago before his addiction. Now, him being at a pack a day, could no longer afford food, just kept smoking until the day his lungs gave.
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