PROSE – RANDOM THOUGHTS
She stares into the darkness, in a fog of stale cigarettes and drunken sweet nothings, wondering where everything went wrong. She just wanted to make movies people talked about. Now she does what she needs to survive.
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PROSE – RANDOM THOUGHTS
She stares into the darkness, in a fog of stale cigarettes and drunken sweet nothings, wondering where everything went wrong. She just wanted to make movies people talked about. Now she does what she needs to survive.
Rather sad…
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Yep. Thank you John
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You’re welcome.
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