I used to hear the elderly folks say "Never behave recklessly, You'll consume your fingers,"
I didn't simply behave recklessly, I began it and blew it wherever I could reach.
The fire that disintegrated my family's standing, Her family's hearts, My approaching years, Even her own life she had depended me with I...simply squandered it in a split of a second.
All crashed and turned into a huge debris phantom which will chase me until the end of my evenings in prison.
Since I needed to look cool.
#Draft 14
Title:____
Date:22-06-2018.
Sam Scrawls, [8/19/2018 7:14 PM]
I wind up crying on your chest, since it's the main spot I have.
In any event, when you're the person who make my tears fall.
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Sam Scrawls, [8/21/2018 5:49 AM]
Dear,
The blossoms' fragrance you smelled will be the toxin covering you.
The pink reflexive lips you kissed will be the executioner red draining the life out of you.
The plumes you dozed on will be the spikes imparting in your sides.
The harmony you acquired will be the dim damnation adjusting you.
The mainstays of your body will be the jail catching your spirit.
The holy messengers you got to know will be the evil spirits pursuing behind all your paths.
Rest once and for all. In any case, from that point forward, you don't get to gripe, Heathen. Nor you get to run.
Your loyal soul who just awakened.
#Draft 29
Title: The lament letter.
Date:21-08-2018
Sam Scrawls, [8/25/2018 6:01 AM]
I was visually impaired. Also, how I wanted to be let to see the high contrast world, or wasn't presented to the dim truth.
Until you grab the brush.
You painted the red shade of my lips with yours, and painted the green shade of my eyes with a shift focus over to your face.
You colored my little body a weak white, colored my long hair a nighty dark, and drew the circles of my pink cheeks with a dash of your tanned luxurious hand.
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