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Cruel intentions (scribble naughts and*theories)
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The stuff in my books (c) another note!? Why was she in possession of another note? She was was half horrified half fascinated by these scribble naughts and her imaginative theories... They swam in her head like sharks threatening to tear her apart with the answers, though none she could for certain swear by as truths.
This one seemed rather hurtfilled and resigned she traced the letters with her mind once more as if to give the writer some empathic comfort...
I am gone.
An echo of the life I had been given
Wrestled from me by your cruel intentions
The spark I had, showed me to you
The deceptions brought me to you
Compelled to help your unrighted soul
A master of hiding truth your veil spun so fine
Each slash of your sharp tongue
Takes every hope I grow
I am gone
A victim of your twisted inflictions...
I feel so cold.
i shuddered with the last lines
it was as if I had felt this but as to where or how I had no recollection.
Tears bitterly welled up in my eyes gingerly I fought them but found I had no say my soul was crying. I had not right to mute the expression. It was not a divine way. And I braced as I felt the waves of sorrow pass over me.
I felt so cold.
Thats different...
I find the switch in the narration a little peturbing yet it seems to add a dimension to the work I can not explain. Is it meant to be a conversation with one's self or an observation of conscience? It would be considered the norm to hear the narration from the authors voice. This gives more perspectives Im not sure if it works but I like the fact it is unusual... Kudos to you I can not wait to see where you go with it. Or infact what comes next.
Ok if we're paying attention
Ok if we're paying attention we might see how it all comes together! ;) hugss
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
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