I remember when I first told him I was writing a book. He was really excited about it, and that excitement only grew when I let him read it. It was funny how he never realized my character was based off him. I wrote alot as the months traveled by, and with it we grew apart.
I remember when I first told him I was writing a book. He was really excited about it, and that excitement only grew when I let him read it. It was funny how he never realized my character was based off him. I wrote alot as the months traveled by, and ... poety stories
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kharlot poety about life love and goodbyes
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Devil in hiding

I remember when I first told him I was writing a book. He was really excited about it, and that excitement only grew when I let him read it. It was funny how he never realized my character was based off him. I wrote alot as the months traveled by, and with it we grew apart.

He didn't ask how the book was coming along, nor did he read the pages I sent. he didn't seem the same. Apart from my writing, he continued to change. Almost uninterested in me entirely, unless he needed something from me or my body. Little by little the man in my life began to drift away, similarly to the man on my paper when I wrote.

I realized I twisted his actions and made him seem dangerous, but amusing enough he never slipped from being the same. It was the perfect crime and similarly to the man, I began to realise what I was writing wasn't a Saint at all, He was just the devil in disguise.

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