I watched him lay there, motionless. is pale fac held no emotion. This is not how I remember him. I remember his smile and his laugh. Now all that was left was the memory, the shell. A piece of me lay broken in that casket and I wasn't ready to say goodbye.
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Theatre Monologues
RandomYeah I'm not exactly sure what's happening here, but most of this is junk that floats around my head on a Daily bases. Or it's homework from my theatre classes, that too.
