--- A Letter ---
This has to be finished.
The pen scratches the paper
Scrawling shaky characters
And the lines fill
With emotion: sadness
Regret, anger, frustration
Is not the pen
Mightier than the sword?
That would be useful right now.
The paper ends.
I will write no more.
I carefully seal the pure white envelope
And leave it on my desk
For someone else to find.
---
Rather morbid, but hey...
24-Jul-2011 13:35:59
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Chosen Worf