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Charlatans And Saints
Wrist Romeo, Wrist!
Running my hand through my hair and letting a slow sigh escape my lips. It had been three fucking weeks since I last seen Gloria, and I couldn’t get that fucking note out of my head.
Just what in the fuck did she mean by force?
Sighing and walking up the stairs to my room, I passed by Jimmy’s briefly. He wasn’t home ever, but I kinda preferred it that way. The more I thought about it the more I realized just how hard it was to manage without Gloria’s face in front of me. Without her touch reaching out for me, and without our kisses.
So I had made up my decision when I got the letter.
Walking into the bathroom with a guilt ridden heart but the sudden freedom wings, I grabbed the razor off of my counter. Lifting it up and inspecting it, I wrote a quick note before cutting them.
Oh Gloria, I’m so so so so so so so so so sorry……
Just what in the fuck did she mean by force?
Sighing and walking up the stairs to my room, I passed by Jimmy’s briefly. He wasn’t home ever, but I kinda preferred it that way. The more I thought about it the more I realized just how hard it was to manage without Gloria’s face in front of me. Without her touch reaching out for me, and without our kisses.
So I had made up my decision when I got the letter.
Walking into the bathroom with a guilt ridden heart but the sudden freedom wings, I grabbed the razor off of my counter. Lifting it up and inspecting it, I wrote a quick note before cutting them.
Oh Gloria, I’m so so so so so so so so so sorry……