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Thursday, July 14, 2011

A blade of grass gently sways in the summer breeze...By the ant's perspective, it's a mighty oak threatening to fall in a violent storm. You are inconvenienced when you leave your wallet on a busy train by mistake. A hungry, young mother, blessed by your oversight, was able to buy her child warm milk and a blanket this cold evening. You drink yourself into a drunken stupor, and crash on the couch; because you think she doesn't love you. She lays in a dirty corner of the bathroom, cutting her wrists because she knows no one loves her...

1 comment:

Tad said...

Brilliant, I wish I could write like this.

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