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A male was playing the gituar, in front of a audience.
"I lost the passion that comes with living..." The tall male starts, the people in the crowd silent.
"Since I started University...I took a geography course to learn the datelines, and maybe use a sextant."
A slightly taller male was walking by, hearing the music and getting drawn. He, somehow, managed to get to the front of the crowd, amazed.
"But now I just press facsimiles, and you're exactly who you wanted to be."
"That's what
you
said."
The male had a nervous smile on his face, which the male at the front of the croud found absolutely adorable.
"'Cause you wanna watch T.V and sleep all day and lay in bed but..." He started to get into the feel of being watched by people.
"You're forgetting that I've got to go to work and eat my food, and pay my rent, and reproduce and feed those kids,
and maybe use a sextant."
The male in the audience let out a breath. The male playing the music was absolutely stunning.
"I don't miss you. I miss the thought of what we were..." He lets out a small breath.
"This is the part where I shut up and let you infest my brain, wrap your arms around my cortex, dig you in and let you drain..."
"You'll never get rid of me, oh I'm like a fucking disease." He had sounded tense when he sung this, unlike before. The male in the audience sighed. God, he can't keep his eyes off of the male on stage.
"I'll make a home in your gut...cause' it's somewhere warm to sleep."
And the male on the stage sung his song. It was beautiful.
His name was Wilbur Soot.
And the male in the audience? His name is Jared Scott.
Jared decided, at that moment, he would try to get Wilbur all to himself.
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Jared simping for Wilbur part 01820387329
