#Notebook #30

He sat in his bed..shocked…did it all happen…was it real..was that real blood…those were they real people…or was it just a movie…when the director shouts action they act dead and when he shouts stop…do they wake up..continue with their life…go back to their homes…families..friends..children..or are they blue and cold forever…

Is it just part of a play…an act.. a script.. is the blood real…or just corn syrup with coloring…is the brain matter real or just jello…who knows.. do you know…

The pen is dry..my throat is dry… just wanna curl in bed…read…pray for them..the children…she was on the bus…speaking to herself…then someone said hi..she answered with bitch under her breath…the girl was scared..the lady was speaking to herself…she didn’t know that she had lost her 3 children in a fire 23 years ago…when she decided to pay a visit to one of her gentlemen friends..

 

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