manuscriptx
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She was there again, and she didn't care. All she wanted to do was play with my new cell phone. He was some new guy, with perhaps nothing to do. I took it back and grappled off the kid who knew nothing of me yet. Save your cries for someone else. When she sat next to me, I was still smoldering. A touch of a piss attitude and then she was gone, vanished into thin air. Good Riddance. You know, I don't mind so much that for all of the first things that happened before, it ended the way it did. What I do mind is the aftermath; she's still stuck in my head. Part of being human I guess and not robot. Human Relation affects every human being except one until of course, my time came and went.
No she's not dead, but I sometimes wonder what could have been. She's still out there somewhere; she carries a piece of me. I told her once to get rid of them all. The ring, the cloth, and the one thing that could jeopardize my existence, a promise I made to myself, refusing and perhaps rightfully so. Who the hell was I? Hold on what she got in return. Remember what she had, never so good was it was for a time. I had my doubts. Not anymore. Pain can be controlled, but sometimes not. In trying to solve a dream, I force myself to stay awake. I don't want it anymore, the carrying of all this smoldering ash and fate called conflict. I never wanted it but it’s all I have. Does it get any better? Most signs point to no. I tend to agree.
No she's not dead, but I sometimes wonder what could have been. She's still out there somewhere; she carries a piece of me. I told her once to get rid of them all. The ring, the cloth, and the one thing that could jeopardize my existence, a promise I made to myself, refusing and perhaps rightfully so. Who the hell was I? Hold on what she got in return. Remember what she had, never so good was it was for a time. I had my doubts. Not anymore. Pain can be controlled, but sometimes not. In trying to solve a dream, I force myself to stay awake. I don't want it anymore, the carrying of all this smoldering ash and fate called conflict. I never wanted it but it’s all I have. Does it get any better? Most signs point to no. I tend to agree.