Thursday, February 24, 2011

Self-Righteous Her

  It started out as a little mole – black. Harmless it seemed, stagnant it appeared. She was wrong. Time harnessed it slowly… with each passing day, it grew unnoticeable – an invisible bulge. Fake promises of love, shallow understandings of plight… she swore she could empathize. She thought she grasped it all… until she met the torrential rain that ripped off parts of her fake cover...

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