Чехли с гъби / Ivan

Should I let the amateur poet in me post my pieces here? Or should I wait a bit longer until I tjrn them into an actual book?
          
             - Ivan

I have a few ideas as a new plot/s, a few more characters, backstories and personalities for characters,new book cover and such. 
          
          I don't know how long it might take me, so be patient. If you aren't i might not publish ever.
          
          Bye bye
          
          -from Slippers with mushrooms 

I will rewrite that book

I'm back, ladies and gentlemen and everything else, i began editing my lovely book. I hope everyone have patience, because it might be slow.
          
          I hope everything is having a good day.
          Also a random song recommendation for you:
          -Man on the silver mountain by Rainbow.
                It's a good song. No not good. A   G R E A T song.

Sorry for abandoning my book. I just don't feel mentally alright.
          When i get better maybe i will continue it.
          Again my apologies.

Notes:
          
          
          ???: How do you accept your life?
          
          Vincent: Like that. It's simple.
          
          ???: What would you say if your lover points a gun at you?
          
          Vincent: I would probably tell him. "Is this all you wanted to do? To gain my love, trust and then to end it all. I know i wanted to take the trip to the beautiful end of life. The sweet and dark death. You know it too. I can't believe i gave you my heart. The thing i had been trying to fix from the painful past. The past you heard and comforted me for. The past i forgot just for you. Well it turns out it was just a little game of yours. A game of trust and death.  Even if i die from the bullet i want you to know that i love you. I loved you since the very begging." Probably he will shoot me here and my last words will be. "I loved Mister Nobody/Ivan." And the i die.
          
          ???: Oh how heart breaking. Well too bad you couldn't tell him.
          
          
          
          And then gun shots were heard.
          
          Vincent was shot in the heart and left to bleed in the forest where later his lover found him.

I forgot to say happy new year 

.... --- .-. ... .

I feel popular.
          I feel like I'm a human being.
          
          I feel i don't know. 
          
          BUT THANKS TO THE PEOPLE READING THE STUFF I WRITE.
          <3

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