Nervousness shoots through my soul, my entire being, as I stand before his door.
How hard can it be to tell the man that I love that I am slowly dying of something he gave me.
Author notes
Should be two lines. Don't know if the last few words made it into the second line.
A contest entry
- Something A Little Different by AbidoodleCullen.
300 points, ended September 18, 32 entries
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Comments
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OMGGG!
I can so0o0o see this story laid out!
Thanks for entering and good luck!
Abi
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