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2020-09-22 11:36:21When you talk about my life, you talk about a dolphin stuck in a desert. I was a symbol of anguish, the definition of emptiness. I had a job, a best friend like everyone (well used to) an old sick mother in her death bed but...
Love was the last thing I wanted because like many people walking the streets today, love broke me. No, not me. Love broke the people who broke me.
I stood in front of the mirror, staring at the man I used to know but someone else was staring back. He had the same hazel eyes, the same sadness drawn on his face but he was fucked, all shades fucked.
The call had just come in, Detective Jones. Such a pain in the ass. I pulled the bag, holding my tickets. I had to leave this Godforsaken town. Maybe Tranquil will be a nice place to start a life, forget about everything that happened here, Christy, gosh, I wonder what she thinks of me now wherever she is if she is even alive.
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“Another dead end. Another fucking dead-end, FUCK...” Maria screamed out all the frustration she held inside.“One week, one fucking week, we've asked the whole village—” she raised her hands completely, then let them fall freely to her side, flapping with her thighs before bouncing back freely into the air. “—one bloody fucking week, all for what?” she sighed.The sun did not help in their quandary or the wind sending savage dust to their whole body.Maria and Andre stood in the middle of nowhere, left with only a truck and an angry burning their skin without mercy.“I understand your frustration Maria, I do, ” Andre spoke, trying to sound as witty as possible but within, he could not help but feel he was responsible for it all. He had made them waste a complete week moving door to door of a small town, around in circles without results.
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“Another dead end. Another fucking dead-end, FUCK...” Maria screamed out all the frustration she held inside.“One week, one fucking week, we've asked the whole village—” she raised her hands completely, then let them fall freely to her side, flapping with her thighs before bouncing back freely into the air. “—one bloody fucking week, all for what?” she sighed.The sun did not help in their quandary or the wind sending savage dust to their whole body.Maria and Andre stood in the middle of nowhere, left with only a truck and an angry burning their skin without mercy.“I understand your frustration Maria, I do, ” Andre spoke, trying to sound as witty as possible but within, he could not help but feel he was responsible for it all. He had made them waste a complete week moving door to door of a small town, around in circles without results.
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