Crumbling Ash. Rolling out onto my chest. Singeing hair before trying to disappear. Nice to know you too.
Uniball Eye of the Mitsubishi Pencil Co. Ltd. writes really well on good quality paper. On cheap paper it blots.
I'm paranoid. I can hear my neighbours shouting 'Bhenchod! Madarchod!' venting their daily anger into the night. Their lights are always on at night. I keep thinking they're staying awake to catch me do something wrong.
Shame on you Aunty Guilt. SHAME.
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Tch, Guilt has become part of the family. Naansence.
- A well meaning stranger.
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