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He slept in the night, all alone, having the option to sleep next to a warm body that he could call his own. He slept in the night in the warm comfort of a couch, a television, and the occasional website, where he’d jerk off most of his frustrations. It was at this actual moment where his brain experienced a tiny flare of ecstasy with the help of a memory. The memory of a dashing young woman so unmatched to any other in style, grace, charm and spirit. It was in the crease of her lips, the wrinkle in her nose, and the radiance in her eyes; It was in this actual moment that he experienced love again, in body and mind.
» Posted By Christina Robles On 12.23.2012 @ 12:53 pm
Who knows exactly why she still loved that sad little man. He was not at all anyone to admire nor glorify. Yet, this poor creature let her whole life be turned upside down by this sad little man.
» Posted By Christina Robles On 12.22.2012 @ 9:39 pm
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It was like i couldn’t find a single damn thing that i was looking for that night. My mind felt as scattered as the messy room I was in, and not only was i consciously starting to grow more and more frustrated as the time passed by, but I was psychologically as well going through chaos, when an overwhelming mass of anxiety began to sweep all over my body.
» Posted By Christina Robles On 12.21.2012 @ 1:47 pm