My Stories Of Diminish
Once I was mad and lived on the edge of nowhere.
I drank cold coffee out of a paper cup and stare at the dreary grey ocean
I drew a girl with blazing eyes and she smirked at my pitiful existence.
I collected dew from sweet green roots that seeped into gleaming jars and shone in the moonlight.

Once I set out to fix the mossy fence. The pelicans coward at me, they were the only creatures that were afraid.
Once a jet airplane flew overhead in misty rain. droplets were shrugged off it's gleaming wings and fell to the ground in shame
These are simple stories, sad stories, twisted stories. But what true story is not this.

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Synopsis
these are my own stories twisted to be made tragic in there own way.
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The first line I got from a brilliant story brigid lowry. You can find her story in tommorow all will be beautiful Please comment
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