Banji Coker
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i just like writing to be honest
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Diary of the dark twisted and unlucky
Dear Diary, My heart began to pound against my chest, it felt like it was breaking out of my ribs. my lungs weren’t helping at all, they struggled for air, they too were trying to escape. The terror of my reality dawned on me as I wished for my legs to move faster.
By Banji Coker5 years ago in Fiction
Dying is hard
I don’t remember what day it is, I stopped counting, I also don’t know where I am, I don’t know where I am going, and the thing that haunts me the most is I can’t remember the last thing you said, all I have is this heart-shaped locket, memory is a cruel tormentor, for whatever how long it has been since the event, the death of every living thing that speaks in my city and I am starting to think in the entire country or maybe the world, I have been plagued with the burden of remembering. like that day at Pont des Arts in Paris, where you refused to follow the footstep of every other couple whoever stepped in the most romantic city known to man, you refused to get a lock and instead you got a locket, I remember we almost got into an argument but before I could get irritated, you put the locket around my neck and said wherever I am is where you want your heart to be.
By Banji Coker5 years ago in Fiction
