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A messenger delivers and everything I feel. Big stories, with small bottom lines. The quite boy with the simple smile. He never knows what to say to his mother, who is never satisfied. The girl with the straight ‘A’s who does not want to be a doctor, and hides a dark family secret. The old man hiding the pain and fire inside, consumed by ill-fate and dragging himself from day-to-day. A woman who told me her husband had not kissed her for eight years…….She was beautiful. A cautious loner who once was a king. Now he drinks each day, and shouts at the moon. Everybody’s searching for them, everybody’s consumed by them …and my story? My eyes were blind, and something started in my soul….
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Dec 24, 2018
Dec 24, 2018 at 9:56 AM UTC
Christmas Eve
A messenger delivers and everything I feel. Big stories, with small bottom lines. The quite boy with the simple smile. He never knows what to say to his mother, who is never satisfied. The girl with the straight ‘A’s who does not want to be a doctor, and hides a dark family secret. The old man hiding the pain and fire inside, consumed by ill-fate and dragging himself from day-to-day. A woman who told me her husband had not kissed her for eight years…….She was beautiful. A cautious loner who once was a king. Now he drinks each day, and shouts at the moon. Everybody’s searching for them, everybody’s consumed by them …and my story? My eyes were blind, and something started in my soul….
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Dec 24, 2018
Dec 24, 2018 at 9:56 AM UTC
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