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Dear Jiro,     . . . I miss your red hair. It was the loveliest color I’ve ever seen along with your lips. I remember how swollen they would get when I kissed you. Our lips would suck onto each other and our tongues made friction as our kissing session went on for hours. Then my hands would graze against your sides and streamed down to your buttocks. Your voice was low and quiet, making those intense rasps. You tried to stop me, saying that we should stop, but you never really meant it. You always brought me into more kisses when you looked into my eyes. I guess you were drawn to them how I was drawn to you. Now that I think about it,

I take a quivering breath and dive into your faith Your love blankets my fragile body and seeps into my lungs, with bubbles of sin surfacing The rush of Jack Frost grasps my soul and ever so slowly, I feel it fleeting, spreading the wings of this treacherous emptiness within my pits My head fills up with gasoline and drips out poison from my lips along with my tongue chocking on of the lifeless I hold my loyalty within my chest, my eyes blinded from the light you give within the pool of the sins and sink down, not knowing what is within the abyss It is only when I reach the end that I will know when to wake from this mirage

     I remember the day that we first met... I was alone at home surfing my website. "Nothing..." I spoke sadly. My website was basically my blog that I created. My parents suggested that I should do this since I'm always lonely. My parents were always busy and I had a rare disease so it's only  natural to do this. No one seems to be reading my blog since there are no replies.     I surely knew what my fate was, to die alone and live the after life alone. I embraced my self with my legs close to me, tears flowed down. I don't want to live alone anymore, it hurts too much. One could bare so much pain that they can die. That was what I thoug

Once upon a time there was a lonely man living and managing an Inn. He was the only person there and no one would come to vist or stay. He would sit at the bar and clean only one glasss. He waited and waited. He couldn't leave the hell hole.     Then one day someone came inside. A beutiful woman with a parasol with a laced dress. He didn't look up. The woman came up to him and smiled. "Can I get a room here?" She said. The man's eyes widened for that no one could see him nor the inn.     He looked up to her. "You can see me?" She looked confused. "Of course I can see you, silly." She smiled again. The man looked away blushing. "There's a