A vale of sadness covers the land, no corner left untouched or bed uncovered. The people weep and morn their loss through the remainder of the night, none being able to utter a sound of laughter and no child the sound of fun.
All see no light to shine through as the word spreads and hopes are killed off, one word and cry at a time. None will remember the happiness there once lied inside of the wrapper, but all will remember the beauty and joy that emanated from the glorious chocolate chip muffin. Rest in crumbs, dear one.
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Monolouges
PoetryThis is just going to be a book containing monologues I've written and really enjoyed. I have and will also use some of them for auditions for plays and such. Feel free to use them yourself but I would like credit, and to be told so I know who reall...
