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This story was written for me. I'm in the words but am not the words. I'm in the story but am not story. The plot unravels and I helplessly read. I read and cannot change the narrative. I can't undo the ending. No matter what the pages will reveal. I turn on, knowing it's unknowable bending. It's not a fantasy, not romance. Nor thriller, nor mystery. It's constant, harsh reality With beauty in the sadness. I shall not skip to the ending. I'll hold back my childish curiosity. There's too much suffering to dismiss. I'll do my character justice and read it in entirety. Word for word. Until the end.
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Mar 2
Mar 2, 2026 at 2:58 PM UTC
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This story was written for me. I'm in the words but am not the words. I'm in the story but am not story. The plot unravels and I helplessly read. I read and cannot change the narrative. I can't undo the ending. No matter what the pages will reveal. I turn on, knowing it's unknowable bending. It's not a fantasy, not romance. Nor thriller, nor mystery. It's constant, harsh reality With beauty in the sadness. I shall not skip to the ending. I'll hold back my childish curiosity. There's too much suffering to dismiss. I'll do my character justice and read it in entirety. Word for word. Until the end.
#live #love #heartache #romance #life
KGray
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Mar 2
Mar 2, 2026 at 2:58 PM UTC
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