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|Here lies a man with nowhere else to go|
Lisa once was a child. Every afternoon i would go out and meet with my friend named Lucas, we would run hand by hand, laugh at each others jokes and eat snacks together. One time on my birthday, Lucas gave me a canvas to paint on when I'm bored. The time was young when Lucas was sent to war, he was 18 years old. Our blooming interest slowly wilted but i will never forget.
Every time i miss Lucas I would paint a fragment of the canvas he gave me, each part has different meanings. Like how the hands are placed on top of the other, I drew it remembering the moment we would run holding each others hand. Eyes a bit gone, like how his eyes would disappear when he laugh. And the famous smile, i drew this when he came back, when we met again. But he's different, the war made him look so pale, stitches across his mouth, i never knew white that looks great in him.
The war made him lay in his bed forever, buried 6 feet under with nothing else to see.
"i hope you're still happy, even when I'm gone. Never forget to wear your famous smile, I'll see you around - Lucas"
But it seems fake? Is this murder?
Is everything even real?
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This is reaaalllyyy short and blunt.
Just giving you ways to end the storyyy! Is it murder or is it all her imaginary? Up to youuu :)
