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Blood Memory

Could I?

By OneWithPenPublished 5 months ago 1 min read

Hindsight smacked the man with a reminiscence for the blood he had purposed to exhibit, a time of decisiveness that brought about consequential indecision. Analysis adamantly magnified caused his love for life to atrophy and desiccate into darkness as heartlessness had scarred him.

" He's a gangster by hand, not by heart. " his environment made him unsatisfied with life and so attached to a card he tucked tightly in his heart. Fiction became a reality, and math brought decisive brevity.

A hand wave in the air shows hope is alive, though my behavior portrayed the opposite of what I felt. Moral highs dictated actions for the greater good. Hero and martyr, young man, you're so easy to understand yet often misunderstood. Child, you recovered while many prayed for your grave marker.

It was you, constantly the firestarter breaking through brick and mortar while building a life with a mortar and pestle. Gone are the alcohol, prescription drugs, withdrawal, and death of spirit for living an unnecessary lifestyle with the wicked. Hunger made you younger, hopeful, and steadfast.

Oversee your heart deck.

Don't let betrayal dictate your future for a tempting hand.

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About the Creator


My imagination, our journey, and this world we call Earth. What shall we make of the time we have left here? Well, with my time I will give you many stories. Read with caution welcome Pen's page; good reading.

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