2016
01.20

I whisper her name over and over like a prayer
the name of a stranger who I used to know
I whisper her name over and over
and I see the face of a friend I used to talk to for hours
Whispers to the shadows
and to the darkness which used to be my home
Tell me, dear friend, what have I missed?
Tell me, dear friend, what have I forgotten?
Tell me, answer my prayers, speak to me.

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2016
01.20

This is a story I wrote for someone I used to know.  It’s about our friendship and our differences, in the most convoluted and indirect way imaginable.  This one is much more cheerful, though, and ends much better than our actual friendship did, even if the reasons are the same in both.

Content warnings: It’s not that bad.  There is killing in it, but only mentioned in passing.  I also mention bugs and spiders and stuff, but it should not be very triggery I think.  There is a person with no compassion and empathy.

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