I walk in. I walk in and I cannot see. It's black. As black as my soul. I fumble and grope against the bare wall. Then I find it. A switch has been flicked. Electrical surges fill the room and my brain, light streaming into both. And they are there. And suddenly, I am not.
Reason for writing:
Still that girl I'm cock-a-hoop about. She's still with that other bloke. Fuck.
Birth sign: Taurus
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