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“Be mindful of who you trust!”, her Gran always said. “People will take advantage of a good soul like yours.”
She spent her life picking the wrong people; friends, lovers, business associates. She handed over money, possessions, her heart. All of them took what she gave so freely, and when she had no more to give, walked away... leaving her confused on how to work with people, how to know who was good who was bad who was simply around to take until the well was finally dry in every way.
“Be mindful who you trust!” she whispered. Putting the barrel in her mouth, she trusted she’d loaded it properly, and pulled the trigger.
Note: Yes, this is pure fiction.
She spent her life picking the wrong people; friends, lovers, business associates. She handed over money, possessions, her heart. All of them took what she gave so freely, and when she had no more to give, walked away... leaving her confused on how to work with people, how to know who was good who was bad who was simply around to take until the well was finally dry in every way.
“Be mindful who you trust!” she whispered. Putting the barrel in her mouth, she trusted she’d loaded it properly, and pulled the trigger.
Note: Yes, this is pure fiction.
6 comments:
Such a sad scribbling ... I am not sure if it's a true story or a fiction, nevertheless it speaks of what many had experienced or is experiencing in this world.
Thank you for sharing this scribbling.
Her glass was half-empty and the other half was poison.
Excellent piece! Layers and layers...
Superb and then some!
wow, very dark!
Chilling.
You didn't read my rant, perchance?
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