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Destructive

Destructive

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Mon, Jul 21, 2014
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”please my wife she is pregnant and.....” ”that's not my problem you should have paid me back but, know its to late  ” ”go to hell mccan” mccan who the hell is that a chuckle ripped throughout the ally ”ill see you there” and with that i heard a sound of a gun go off without looking i quietly or so i thought rush my way home after cleaning myself I sat on the sofa eating chocolate icing and watching tv i heard knock but when i got up to go check who it was i found no one a note laying on the door matt slightly too scared to touch it i look around picking up the note and closed the door opening the note it read ................
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No one stopped to look. No one glanced in the alley I cried in. I was tired of this place, so tired of the endless days that stretched out before me. The emptiness in my heart was eating me alive, with no end in sight. My own darkness was swallowing me whole and leaving nothing alive. The tears froze on my bright red cheeks. I was tired of feeling so broken, but most of all I was tired of being so alone. I pulled out the cold heavy weapon from my coat and stared at it. "If someone would look this way," I thought, "If someone would just glance at me and see my pain. I won't do it." There was a man standing in front of me. After he removed the single bullet from my pistol, he handed it back to me, and left. I followed the man at a distance back to his apartment. He knew that I had followed him and waited at the door to let me in. For reasons I cannot explain I entered his tiny apartment. I fell asleep at the table playing with the bullet and woke up to my alarm the following morning. There was a pillow beneath my head, a blanket over my shoulders, and a note that read: "Dear Stranger..."

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