22:15 and the clock stood stillA Stage Play by TheCreativityItselfLoneliness is painfull
The Ambulance passed by... with the boy in it.
It was evening, the clock stood still at a quarter past ten. I wasn't there, No. I was in the cafe. The boy had covered himself with red spots, and pretended to be dead. All my best friends were sitting beside me at the bar. He felt lonely. Didn't feel like it anymore... He was Lonely The bartender flirted with me.
His wrists were completely destroyed, they were cut by himself I still hung around in the cafe, my friends already went home It was a great evening! And now he is dead. © 2012 TheCreativityItselfAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorTheCreativityItselfAlphen aan den Rijn, NetherlandsAboutI love reading, writing, acting, painting, dancing en singing :) I am just being myself var wp_user="HananjaBreedveld";var wp_size=0; more..Writing
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