At first he had no idea that the offer was a scam. But it would be a lie to say everyone was as clueless as him. As he sat everyday writing his love-filled letters, anyone who knew anything stared at him in disbelief. It was not questionable that the mysterious letter receiver was, in no way, interested in him; but had rather fallen in love with the idea of having someone to fulfill her wishes; he helped and completed every task that was assigned, longing for the reveal of his lover, which supposedly sat behind a computer just an hour away. He had no reason to distrust her, so it was no surprise that he agreed to loan her money; why wouldn't he? what were a few dollars compared to a near-to-happen perfect life along his love? It was also no surprise to see him sitting in a park bench alone, calling desperately a number that had just been deactivated. He even left the roses when he stood up and started walking towards whichever trap the future brought next.
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high thoughts
Poetryjust some stuff i write when high (not particularly good and not exactly well written) TW: suicide and depression stuff
