Quotes for The Living

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Well I guess he was sweet- not that sweet. Not a rich~sweet, but an m&m sweet. Though he had a dark heart full of rotten ideas and he slept on the floor so people wouldn't think he was selfish. There was a jar in his fridge full of a purple/grey substance; maybe that was his pride. Something about it reminded him of his past. I mean, every day he takes it out, spoon a little, pours it on his chest, and closes his eyes. His skin would turn a pale yellow and his eyes would sinker into the abyss he already fell in. Maybe it wasn't his pride at all. Maybe it was the good memories from his past; just enough to remind him. Even if these memories were good, they made him more depressed than ever before.