Twenty SomethingObserved at a distance he appears to be a charismatic, idealistic man of twenty something. He seems to be a liberal romancer suited for a routine day in the business world, his hair combed, shirt pressed, suit laundered, neatly shaven. He has a charm to turn the heads of all the women he passes on the crowded sidewalks, his expensive cologne applied in small quantities romancing their senses for but a moment. His dashing eyes filled with mystery causing anyone who stares into them to wonder if they are truly human eyes. He walks with purpose through the bustling crowd with polished black shoes, never brushing against another being, darting liTwenty Something
Christmas EveI stepped out into the open. My lungs were forced open by the cold air. I took a deep breath, frosty air stung my lungs. For an instant I staggered to catch my breath, swallowing hard, I glanced at the world I had entered. My eyes watered from the crisp air. I swept away a small tear with my bright red, woolen mitten. Main Street was covered in a thick sheet of black ice. I cautiously edged into the street. A cloud passed by the moon and mantle of darkness refused to allow me to venture further. I lurched dangerously on the ice before catching myself. I stood up straight.Christmas Eve
Ice cracked beneath my feet, inching along th
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"I'm not worthy, I'm not worthy, I'm scum, I suck"
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