She fell over the edge as he pushed her too, missing a chance and a second glance when the words came just a little too late. A pupil exchanged its fury for a crooked smile to the quivering of his lips as she put him on blast. She wants to be upset. He's not alright with it.
She pulled herself together, cutting corners just to get him outta her goddamn mind, but her spine is swiss cheese, and here she is a-fucking-gain.
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The Lonely Position of Neutral
PoetryBen's throat cancer has returned. Living a lonely life, he found a woman he loves but finds out she's been unfaithful. Ben starts to think the lonely position of neutral isn't that bad. He writes poems and dialogue narratives. Will Ben survive cance...
