Twilight, Blood And Chocolate
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It was a day. You know, a day, where you get up and you go to your part time job after your long hours at school stuck inside the small confines of classrooms. Debating with the closed and empty minded about topics that don?t really matter to you particularly but you would much rather get an A than rebel. You weren?t in high school anymore. And after all that arguing, and all those price checks after price checks you go out for you first cigarette of the day which is of course declared unhealthy by more then one of your fellow employees, who you also don?t like particularly. ?Fuck you? you retort. They back off, but of course there murmuring about you under there breath, about how when day you?ll die of lung cancer and then laugh when they realize they could care less. Of course the world could care less.Of course.This is my day. Every single day I?m living with this. God what was up with these people. I leaned back gently on to the brick wall and took a drag from my cigarette. I like this faded brick wall more than most people. The way all the bricks fade into another, how they all hold each other together and don?t even look like its any work. Oh fuck it. The cigarette?s ember burned red, down t the filter. The slight burn warmed my frozen fingers. The last drag was the sweetest. I had to leave, get out of here. This one way job, which was down. The ridiculous classes that I didn?t need. people were the cause of this despair. If there weren?t so many of them?I closed my eyes, letting the cigarette burn to nothing but filter.All you got to do is get awaySome place where no one knows your name.Your past or your present and your future.Yeah, a getaway.That what I was thinking when I went to the café that night, an escape, and nice place to drink coffee (but to just really stare into my cup knowing that I had forgotten the taste of coffee long ago?) and think about faded bricks and work and not think about school and people and the time.
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