Waiting... Waiting... waiting...
The anticipation is overwhelming, after all, she is off to be married in the not-so-distant future...
Why am I here then?
I am addicted to the drama that may unfold—
A sickening display of character I tend to represent almost consistently on a subconscious level.
If her lips were a drug, they would be heroin because I am addicted...
Aimlessly seeking another hit, a constant gamble on a drug with long-term negative side effects... A bad seed.
But I like it. I cannot get enough.
I hop on a train and head for nowhere, swigging a bottle of Macallan 12, which gets smoother after each sip until I drift off into another dream.
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Armand Slayer
Hello there, I'm Armand, and I've been on a writing journey since I was 15 years old. Writing has been a constant companion in my life, guiding me through moments of introspection and emotional exploration.
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