Life moves on as I stay still, only creaking when my mouth is opened for the daily delivery. There are days I am so full I can't keep my mouth closed and I lose my old friend's letters. My old friend, how I miss the days she would meet me, gratefully accepting the things I have kept safe. But as time goes on, I lose the strength to hold these precious notes, for I know that my presence is more lasting than my old friend's.
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Creative Writing
RandomJust some little stories/essays/responses that I've mainly written for school.
