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A writer ...

These scraps of paper, ink blots

Danzan pace on the road without stopping

Because the writer so desires

their daughters do what they want ...

not just stories of pain and joy

are truths which in their imagination

there, laugh and cry soundlessly

Well for the writer not only novels.

ink Your loved life and soul are

play with the pen and mind of man

create worlds that exist or ever will see

But believe for a moment that yes

The words and phrases of a writer

not have any consistency or body

just have painted beautiful words

And moments do not exist in real life

A writer loves his daughters paper

His

ink lovers give a reason

For they are his life, his blood and his legacy

But above all are the soul that harbor it.

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Just for tonight ...

Because he wanted more hold back the tears, they were betraying their desire their way into her cheeks so lost in his face. The agony made her lost in thought, taught him that his destiny was already set and did nothing that could change.

just had to pull the trigger and end all.

A sound from the hallway made her almost forget his sorrow, below the door where the light just came, he could dazzle a couple of steps and immediately a knock at the door. She did not answer just let the beatings continue after a few minutes they stopped. His eyes turned to pose in the dresser mirror and could hardly see in what had been converted.

In a shadow without feelings, a soul rotting over time. Her beautiful eyes before now honey-colored orbs were just simple black with the night was lost. Its beautiful, full lips were now a single line tanned and white, his face had lost her hair color and brightness.

was just a ghost. To live that way, and there was nothing left. Nobody ever remember, everything had to come to an end and that ending it was today.

The sound of a gunshot ripped through the silence of the night. The bedroom door flew open only for a horrified mother saw the suicide of her only daughter. Just for that night the tears of a mother was the sound of the wind, just for that night that mother was embraced by an angel.