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fractal007 Senior Member
since 2000-06-01
Posts 1958 |
A conversation with my brother just made me really depressed, and I don't know why. None of the events in this poem really reflect reality. But they're images that my mind seems to have decided to generate. Now I feel really depressed, for no apparent reason. It's wierd, lol. But I hope you like these lines. Again, there is really no problem in relations between my brother and I. So I have no idea what this means... He walked up to that old room where his brother laid, dying. "I've got your christmas present for you, brother..." "oh" Complete indifference. He set down the package, and left... There was no joy in his brother. He walked down the stairs, and back into the real world. But upstairs, his brother still laid there, dying dying dying... Days passed. He walked up again, on Christmas day. The gift was untouched, and his brother laid dead. Beside him, was a vast collection of papers. He read the first paper. "I love you, brother. I love you family." And the story read onward. Demons, damsels in distress, vast battles in space... His brother was dead. But the story carried onward forever.... |
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Xeonox
since 2000-04-01
Posts 1764CA, USA |
I feel you man. You just have to hang it and hold on tight.  Ronil (The sweet sound of summer sends serenity through my soul searching for that evermore solitude.) |
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